i'm wishing that i could do a million things at once, like i always do. i always try to do it, and i almost never succeed because well duh. i'm only hum-oh wait, i'm a machine. right.
this machine over here is running over time with a fever culminating at 106. the nights are pretty restless and full of movement and pillows seem flat and endangering.
oh, the danger.
i'm not in the mood, for anything, too. i just seem so stubborn and boring to myself.

on sunday i spent time at the mall with my biopardy team which seemed pretty double edged. whatever. we got shit done, at least. or i think, at least.



i've been looking at this picture much and i hate hate hate it. i think it makes me look too fucking somber, and too peaceful and i'm totally trying to break that.
because i'm a bad influence and all.