efffffffffffsh.

i have a stack of movies and a six-pack of rolling rock waiting [quite patiently, i might add] for me in the fridge. i just have to get this paper finished.
okay, the beer is in the fridge. the movies are in my purse.

i have this daydream that i fall into whenever i'm getting so stressed out that i start chain-smoking and chewing on my lips - ...i just tried three times to describe it and realized that i absolutely sound like an idiot talking about it. rest assured that it is way comforting. and way far in the future.

on paper, you're perfect. well, maybe not perfect because i know that doesn't exist. but on paper, you're pretty damn good anyway.

...i just tried to give my cat alcohol. don't EVER tell my roommate.
this is my stream of consciousness blog, brought to you by the absurdly long paper i have due in three hours and the ridiculous way i gave myself permission to turn it in late. i hope you're enjoying it.
let's see if i can successfully take turns writing several paragraphs and then playing some katamari damacy. or not. because getting up, beer in hand, would be bad right now.


mmmmmmph. fzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*pop*.