Being afraid of the dark when you're nineteen is really very high on the Lame Scale. It's an 8.5, at least.
Oh, why must I be so paranoid? It's not like I want to stay up until four am, but chances are, that is what I will end up doing because it is just far too scary alone in my house.
In theory, I should be doing something productive, but I'm too tired to think and too spooked to sleep. So I'm just blobbing here, wasting time. Failure and I, we're close friends.
And my mom's stupid ornamental clock has a weird tock that I hate. The tick is fine, but I hate the tock.
So basically, my bagel is just really toasted tonight.
Kean_Gladus · Thu Feb 19, 2009 @ 04:17am · 0 Comments |