2003-11-19 - 2:49 p.m.

dear diary,

the floor behind me is littered with papers and folders that i don't have the heart to sit down and organize.

i don't function well on five hours of sleep. or couch sleep for that matter.

there is a taste in the back of my throat that is a mixture of chemicallish water and sick breath.

my skin is so dry it almost hurts but my hair is greasy it's almost cool.

my pajamas hate me. harry potter is a scary movie. the backs of cd-rs peel when exposed to high temperatures. ladybugs have a four day life span apparently. i'm not feeling what the sun is laying down today.

and i should have added an asteriked you a long time ago.

waxing - waning