i just awoke from a deep slumber.

lately, sleep deprivation has really taken its toll on my mind body. sometimes, i can be such a grouch, without the basic necessity of sleep. maybe i need it more than other people, or maybe i just notice that people are p-m-s-ing because of their own lack of sleep, but it feels like i'm always isolated into my own little corner of tired living. that nap felt so fresh, yo!

is it a bad thing that i cherish things like sleep and food so much? is it a sign of some sort of clinical depression, or that i'm just a narc? because if it is, i really don't give a shit.

give me some more homely comforts, my nizzles!