so. too much coffee makes kate a wired little girl. holly's off, asleep, and i'm busy chatting up casey's friend mark, who i have now definitely asked out...for wednesday's thursday/sparta show at hairy mary's... huzzah, go kate, i rule the world... :) i really should sleep though...i have to actually get up in the morning like a normal human being, so i've instructed holly to just roll me out of the bed or set the cat on my chest. which should be interesting to me, as i most likely will not remember where i am and freak out that something furry is climbing on my body.so life. it's going relatively well. i'm digging it at the moment. this feeling will most likely last a day or two, at which time i'll be plunged back into my normal worried melancholia. i'm such an optimist. (sarcasm alert). i just always sort of assume the worst about all situations. like that things will never work out with me and anyone else, that i'll be alone forever no matter how hard i try, and i have to stop thinking like that. it's habit, i guess. i wish i could stop. speaking of which, i wish i could quit smoking. it's terrible for me. and i'm out of cigarettes and not within walking distance of anything familiar. suckage. and i'm nic-ing out...blargh...
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