Six things that do not add up to one bed.

What rat’s nest of random bedding have I been rolling around in for the past week and a half?

Bleary-eyed and lazy-tailed.

I know I won’t get any sympathy for this, but it’s been a long time since I got up at 7:00 in the morning.

It’s noon already? I guess I should get out of bed.

I am a lazy slob. But you knew that already.

I’ll stick to Bradgelina and Bennifer II rumors, thanks.

I am on the verge of declaring a total ban on news and politics in my apartment in anticipation of the piss and vinegar that’s going to start getting sprayed all over the place.

Wipeout Pure vs. warm milk and a lullaby.

I spent an hour stumbling around in the dark, using the backlight on my iPod as a lamp while I rummaged around in the closet and tried to find my friggin’ flashlight. At least I knew where my hand-cranked radio was.

On identity formation and sleeplessness.

The annoying part of the whole having-a-day-job thing is that I don’t really have much time or energy to expend on enjoyable activities like sitting around reading and responding to random articles on the Internet.

Happy New Year, yawn.

Yes, it’s 1:30 in the afternoon, and I just got up, kicking the new year off right.

Why traveling sucks.

I spent a wonderful weekend of indulgence and laughter with good friends, and all I can think about right now is how tired and sore I am after a ten-hour, overnight bus ride home.