i sat there thinking...

how the hell did it get to be 2am already?
failed missions
chores undone
stomach grumbling

i sat there eating stale oatmeal squares and not-so-fresh orange juice from concentrate. i had to eat something, i suppose. nothing good is open at 2:15, so stale cereal and strange tasting oj worked.

tonight i feel insulted. that's not an easy thing to do.

tonight i feel curious. do other people see it that way?

tonight...

nevermind, i'm going to sleep.