12:57
Not even vaguely tired, I believe that I have successfully become nocturnal.
12:58
Should really undress, wash face, ect., sleep. But sleep seems so undesirable, like a woman grown old and freckled, no longer seductive.
It is already Thursday, one more block of time whiled away meaninglessly.
1:00
It is entertaining to watch TV after twelve - there are so many commercials for medication to curb insomnia.
1:01
There is a metal cat sculpture with a photograph of a kitten inside sitting on my desk, I suppose I never replaced the picture with something more personal. Why did I keep this cat, or, even less heartening, why is it on display?
Quite a puzzle.
1:03
I never wrote the thank-you note to that woman, I believe I am officially marked for eternal damnation.
I could murder 300 children at a Christian hospital and it still wouldn't matter - I am going to hell because of one old woman and a single thank-you note.
1:05
My sister left her glass of chocolate milk in my room, with a spoon balancing rather dangerously on the cusp of toppling out.
She used all the remaining milk for that one glass.
She only smiled with her bright shining eyes and giggled.
1:08
Chirping crickets, sounds like little high pitched bells ringing and ringing and ringing endlessly in cushions of grass.
Not even vaguely tired, I believe that I have successfully become nocturnal.
12:58
Should really undress, wash face, ect., sleep. But sleep seems so undesirable, like a woman grown old and freckled, no longer seductive.
It is already Thursday, one more block of time whiled away meaninglessly.
1:00
It is entertaining to watch TV after twelve - there are so many commercials for medication to curb insomnia.
1:01
There is a metal cat sculpture with a photograph of a kitten inside sitting on my desk, I suppose I never replaced the picture with something more personal. Why did I keep this cat, or, even less heartening, why is it on display?
Quite a puzzle.
1:03
I never wrote the thank-you note to that woman, I believe I am officially marked for eternal damnation.
I could murder 300 children at a Christian hospital and it still wouldn't matter - I am going to hell because of one old woman and a single thank-you note.
1:05
My sister left her glass of chocolate milk in my room, with a spoon balancing rather dangerously on the cusp of toppling out.
She used all the remaining milk for that one glass.
She only smiled with her bright shining eyes and giggled.
1:08
Chirping crickets, sounds like little high pitched bells ringing and ringing and ringing endlessly in cushions of grass.
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