this morning for the first time in my life i caved, and i drank a travel mug full of coffee. i never drink straight coffee, only ice-caps and frapaccinos.. never straight coffee, and never first thing in the morning. but today i needed it. i was so dead this morning, i got a maximum. max of two hours of sleep. so i was kinda dead... like i don't usually get much sleep anymore but more then that... i have a system that had been working. i would stay up talking with kelsey and jay, until about 1, sometimes 2 in the morning, until i was so completly and utterly exhausted from the day that i couldn't possibly stay awake any longer then go to bed, and then i do that again the next day.. if i know that i'm going to need more sleep then what i've been getting or just really want sleep but know i won't get any, then i take a couple of tylonals to knock myself out... don't worry i haven't done that to many times... mostly i just do without, or with little sleep... but more then two hours... usually 5 or 6..
and that is why i started drinking coffee.. because caffeine makes me feel slightly more alive and less completely and utterly dead to the world. slightly. i still feel like death on a stick.
... hahaha, death on a stick. and wonderful saying that me and jay have... we also have "life...' both of these sayings have drawings which depict the exact emotions that 'death on a stick' and 'life...' means... but you won't want to see these pics.. hehehehe.. they make me happy.
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