"Do you remember that old TV series, -Get Smart-? You remember at the beginning where Maxwell Smart is walking down the secret corridor and there are all of those doors that open sideways, and upside down and gateways and stuff? I think that everybody keeps a whole bunch of doors just like this between themselves and the world. But when you're in love, all of your doors are open, and all of their doors are open. And you roller-skate down your halls together."
My body has been doing this bizzare insomnia thing where it wont go to sleep, and then it wakes up real early in the morning for a while. The body part goes 'but, uhm, I was still sleeping' and the mind part goes 'well too fucking bad, because I'm awake.'
This is the reason I'm awake at 2 am after being awake till 3 am last night and working for most of the day. Yes, peddling perfume -is- a taxing job. But, according to the fairly cute boys that work at Edys, I was looking quite cute today, so I guess that must count for something.
I've been sitting here looking at this paperweight that I have, and I realized that it just blows my mind. It's got this flower looking bit inside of it, and I can't for the life of me figure out how they made it.
I'm feeling philosophical. Please, help me get out from inside my brain. Maybe I'll go do something mindless in hopes of sedating myself to sleep; I have to be up soon so we can drive across the state and fetch my car.
My body has been doing this bizzare insomnia thing where it wont go to sleep, and then it wakes up real early in the morning for a while. The body part goes 'but, uhm, I was still sleeping' and the mind part goes 'well too fucking bad, because I'm awake.'
This is the reason I'm awake at 2 am after being awake till 3 am last night and working for most of the day. Yes, peddling perfume -is- a taxing job. But, according to the fairly cute boys that work at Edys, I was looking quite cute today, so I guess that must count for something.
I've been sitting here looking at this paperweight that I have, and I realized that it just blows my mind. It's got this flower looking bit inside of it, and I can't for the life of me figure out how they made it.
I'm feeling philosophical. Please, help me get out from inside my brain. Maybe I'll go do something mindless in hopes of sedating myself to sleep; I have to be up soon so we can drive across the state and fetch my car.