This Bed Will Be Hot

I'm sitting on "my" bed with my laptop on it charging. That means that once I decide to get off the computer and go to sleep, there will be a little area full of Hell. Such small, significant things about life.

Alright, alright. For some reason, I've been really interested in this girl's art and what she has to say. Mainly, I'm also interested in just the way she presents herself. She seems confident (okay, maybe a little too full of herself). I'm sure Noe thinks I have some kind of girl crush going on here, but that's not it. It's not too often that I become strangely intrigued by someone. In fact, I'm sure that if I knew this girl in real life, I wouldn't like her. Ahhh, the beauty of the internet: Never really knowing who someone is until you hang around them and you find yourself stabbing out your own eyeballs.

Okay, to the point - her name is Zoetica Ebb, I suppose. You may not find her interesting at all, but uhh... who cares what you think. I jest, I jest.

But seriously. Who comes up with those kinds of silly names? I'd feel SILLY! "Hello, I'm an artist, and my name is (thinking...uhh.. ) Froshetika Schmee Schmoo." Hey, maybe I'll use that.

Well, weening myself off of talking about a person I don't even know - Nothing much happened today. I went to my third session of class, I walked my third strut to the library, took my third shit, and did some homework. But sheesh, it was a lot of homework. I've never felt so mentally pooped out. Haha, hey! Maybe that's why I dropped out of college in the first place. *mumbles

But all is well tonight. I had a beer and began watching a movie I rented from the library. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly is the title. A little boring at the point I left off from, but I'll be watching another part tomorrow night.

My back muscles are sore, and my eyes are heavy and closing involuntarily on me. That's my cue to go to sleep, wake up, and do it all again tomorrow. Since when did life become such a chore for me?

(Oooh, ended on a depressing note.)