It sucks when it’s real late. The whole world seems to have slowed to a stop. And here you sit. Nothing good enough to watch on television, too tired to read, usual things that keep my attention fail to keep my attention. It’s too late to go anywhere. AND AGAIN! I CAN’T SLEEP! HOLY CRAP THIS IS ANNOYING!


I guess I’ll go lie in bed for a few hours, and talk to the ceiling again. I hate doing that, because it never answers me. It’s annoying having a ceiling that doesn’t talk. I feel like I’m being ignored. I need a damn cat. At least the cat will look at me like I’m crazy when I talk to it. Better than being ignored by a stupid ceiling.