Fuck. So here’s the thing. I have my blinds open for ten minutes to try to force some light in to greet me. The sun has already begun it’s decent, and when it’s going, it’s gone. I’m still in the pajamas that I’ve had since back then. I can’t remember what I was thinking of when i woke up, but the TV has been on for too long and I’m getting the “shakes.” I’d just like to break out of confusion. It’s not odd, realizing you’ve just wasted a day. A pure nothing and I’m totally not smiling. And then I’m tossing and turning and trying to get out of this mood that was forced on me by some figure that I don’t even know. How many conversations do you have in your head when you’re sitting, waiting, wanting, wishing, needing, annoyed. Fuck. Calm the sattelites, it’s raining when it shouldn’t be. Turn up the radio, he’s humming again. -amanda