is it too late to heal?

i finished my paper! wheee! i finished several hours ago. three to be exactly. then i got fucked up. you know, some great reward. now im talking to mike. before i was tlaking to jesse. he gets into this lyric mode thing sometimes, and tonight it was "josie" by blink 182.. we go line for line. it was weird, though, bc that song was actually in my head the whole time i was cleaning and making dinner. and i havent heard it in like 3 years.

i totally didnt even get dressed today. before i kept getting confused bc i kept my glasses on all day, and i kept forgetting and freaking out when i had no periphreal vision. ok, not freaking out, but just being startled for a sec, you know. probably bc im retarded.

i should go to bed, but im so addicted to conversation. i can never sign off till the people im talking to go first. i have to get up at 9, at the latest. i should get up earlier, bc i need to shower. i have to go to newark and grade undergrad essays. i have to be there around 11. i have to then leave there and go straight to work, which is VERY boo. i hate hate hate going straight from someplace other than my home to work. i have to carry around all my crap. and those gross shoes for crews. eeew. my teeth hurt.

as always, my back hurts, and also my knees. this couch... ugh. i cant wait to move back to long island and get a comfy bed and some furniture. mmm furniture.

i need a boy. any boy would do right now. ok, well thats not true, bc most of my exes would be out of the question, as well as 99% of the male population of the world.

i will sleep..

..sometimes it rains inside my head, all the words run dry...