it all works somehow in the end

today i feel: funny
today i'm hearing: rilo kiley--the frug
today i'm thinking: i should make another mix tape

I've discovered a problem with wednesdays. Most wednesdays, I come back to the room and promptly pass out until about...oh, four. Which is awesome. Because sleeping is awesome. But today I got back to the room earlier than usual (about 11.20 as opposed to 12.00) and made the mistake of napping around then. Which is not in my Wednesday Schedule. And I woke up about 12.45 because I heard something loud outside the room and woke up again about 1.55 because my phone rang and Chelsea got back about two and, while I was stil sleepy, I was bitter at life. Because I had failed at this nap. What with the waking up and all. And I kind of want to go back to sleep. But I'm antsy now and my eyes hurt and I'm too lazy to take out my contacts.

Moral? I suck at life.

I want to write. I really want to write. But I can't think of something to write about and that's really pissing me off. I really want to work on my play, but I need to hear it again. I need to know how much it sucks and makes no sense and I can't do that if I just read through it. Because, haha, I've read the fucker too many times. It all sounds the same to me. Mrph. Mrph mrph mrph. If I had any energy after rehearsals, I'd conn Chelsea and Matt into reading it again. Alas! This never happens. Damnation. I'm going to sulk now. Because that's super-productive. Oh, life. You bother me sometimes.

Can you tell I'm antsy? I'm a little antsy.

I'm in a very interesting mental state about romance right now. My deliriously romantic inclinations are rapidly returning to me, which I don't understand. But they are. Without any real cause. The little bastards. So there's a lot of 'what if's' going through my mind and it's kind of nice to think about, but also rather impossible and completely impractical. At the same time, though, I've been especially cynical whenever I'm around couples. Par examplay, the Buttons were being all cute and cuddly and such (which they are wont to do) and I had the strange desire to throw something at them. I ought to be used to the Buttons being button-y. It's kind of a constant situation. And by 'kind of', I mean it totally is. But I keep wanting to leave or vomit or something whenever they do something adorable. This frightens me because I really do love those crazy kids and they really are wonderful for each other and all, etcetera, etcetera. And please don't be sad about this, Chelsea. I'm not upset with either of you, even if Matt does have a thunderous man-booty. I'm just being...really...weird. About that. And I think I know why? But I'm not sure. Which is annoying. Jeez, Kiri. Make a little less sense, why don't you.

Maybe I'll go read for a little while. Reading is good. It'll calm me down. ...I hope. Hope all of you are well and your week is going well.