get out of my head.

i don't know why we had to come in to work today. i have a cold, and i'd rather be sleeping. and by sleeping, i mean playing guitar hero.
i'd like to write some things today because the holiday was a long couple of days and because i feel better now than i did last week. but i'm too anxious. i can't get a real thought to formulate for two reasons: 1) i am interrupted every 32 seconds 2) there is one thing taking up all my mind-grapes.

freakout: really, though, there is nothing else to want or wish for...if i had the chance, would i even want to see how things would be? so then what? get closer and get upset when it starts to get squishy like everything else? isn't it better to look forward to a message once every four months than to have to admit that i'm not it and he's not it and it's all just crap...?? (though, i'll admit, i already know.)

no. it's fine.

anyway, blah blah blah holiday blah blah blah baking blah blah blah new years eve blah blah sandals blah 70* yesterday! blah blah blah facebook blah blah blah sneeze blah leonardo dicaprio.