i've been asleep since 7:30. i had some crazy dreams while i was out, the kind where you are absolutely convinced of their reality that you wake up distraught and either really depressesd or really relieved.

right now i can't remember if i woke up super depressed or super relieved, but i'm sure it's one of the two extremes. although at this very moment, i'm feeling kind of empty, and i don't know if it's just the fact that i'm hungry, or that i'm longing for something less tangible.

i am every cliche you can think of, but i'm not any less condescending than a man who cannot be fucked with.