I need to only recognize one 5 o'clock a day

[whiski_sour]

Yeah, it was about five when I finally decided to go to bed. I can't help it. I get talking to hobbitgal and can't fucking shut up. She gave me a plot bunny and told me she'd be my stylist if I should ever go to the Oscars. She's a good woman, really.

It's nice here. In the sixties. Kinda windy and it looks like a storm is trying to blow in. That'd be nice. I like storms. Sometimes I wonder if I could ever live anywhere else because to me it's just not winter without snow and it's just not summer without a tornado or twelve.

I got my long distance bill today. Thirty-four cents. I'm gonna have to write a check for pocket change. That's fucking fantastic.

The carpet has been ripped out of my room. With the exception of what's in the closet because I have to move some stuff. It'll probably be a couple of weeks before it gets put in. And, then you know what? My room is DONE! Except for a couple of little things, I'll be able to move back in. About damn time.

I know my eyes are open, but I don't feel awake. Maybe I should move around some more and get the blood flowin' to my brain.

Or, perhaps I should find some caffeine. Yeah. That'll do me.

Comments

[your-empathy.livejournal.com]

Haha. If there's one thing I miss about the midwest, it's the sound of the tornado siren going off every five minutes. There was something comforting about it, really.

[whiski_sour]

*nods* It's hard to explain to people who've never lived here. But, it really is kinda comforting. Just an aspect of normal around here.

Tornado siren goes off. People go outside to look. It's lovely.