insomniacs do it all night

its 3 am... im awake... again.

this time im not fighting it. cigarettes and coffee galore, so there! take that, insomnia! that'll show it.

i am falling in love with philosophy.

i do not like people who manipulate because it's a trait i have been attempting to eradicate within myself.

my friend had knee surgery. he will pick the scab when he's not supposed to.

kellyn has been getting in trouble at school for talking. go figure.

flogging molly is my current favorite band. "then the rosary beads, count them 1, 2, 3, fell apart as they hit the floor."

i bought banana sauce at an asian food market. it looks like ketchup.

i have sucessfully kept nine plants alive over the last four months. they aren't fake either.

a friend came out to me. i gravitate toward gay men.

a german couple overheard kellyn and i at dinner and told me i was raising her right.

socrates cafe is my current favorite book, hence the fancying of philosophy.

i am taking notes for a woman with cerebral palsy. my notes also serve as doodle/personal thought space.

i once jumped between two train cars in order to avoid getting home the long way. in 4 1/2 inch heels too.

at the top of my wish list is an online subscription to the oed. i finally found the verb form of tangent and intend to work it into my vocabulary.

i always keep my hair pulled up and off my face. there is usually a pencil stuck in there for easy access.

i never use my alarm clock. my cell phone has a funkier melody called sashay.

i made a pair of thai fisherman pants from bright orange fabric. i don't usually jog at night.

i go to the fair for one reason. tiger ears.

i am returning to bed. three hours is better than none, but after the coffee and smoke, i do not hold out much hope for any sleep tonight.