this is making me
insomniac.
ack.




and oh, so like, if my head was a little clearer id write some lines about that picture.
'cuz like it's inspirational um like it makes me all a-quiver on the inside.


so like.
i woke up at 3 am, like
i couldn't sleep, dig?
its 4 46 am right now, like
i have essays to type up but like
my mind is racing like
a ferris wheel, dig?

i'm high again. on hm.
sleep-deprivation.
or too much sleep.
or.hm.

my eyeballs hurt. isn't that weird? we should get someone to gouge them out
gory.
reminds me of King Lear, didnt he get his eye taken out? or something.

hoo ah
-from Scent of a woman.

u kept saying that when you were telling me the story.
like u were in pain.

those who've watched the movie might understand.

Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Oh, where do I go from here, Charlie?
Charlie Simms: If you're tangled up, just tango on.
-Scent of a woman.

didn't i mention that i lur lur lurve the tango?
here's the other reason why.

i really need to shush.
photo credits, The Fragile, by Visceralmilk on deviantart.com

edit.
i asked him to call me at 5 30 am.
got cooled down a little. finally fell asleep.
not.
good.
is it a temporary need?


all for now
xo
-eeda.

i apologize for the failing standards of this place.
its turning into a big ramble. rumble.