So I start reading my blog archives and all of a sudden it’s 5 am … blah. I’m still not tired … and Doron’s not answering me. I think he’s pissed ’cause I took too long to answer his IMs … he was like, I thought you were a close friend. Hope that doesn’t mean anything? I have no motivation to type, I can’t spell … I dunno. Maybe I shouldn’t stay up this late … or early, ’cause I feel all weird and gross … but that’s probably ’cause I had strawberries, toast, ice cream, like half a bag of chips, and yogurt when I got home And now I feel sick … gah, why can’t I eat like a normal person?

Woah, it’s New Years Eve … why do I have to work tomorrow? Guess it doesn’t matter since I have nothing to do when the ball drops. Crap, that’s another reason I should sleep (work) … and the Sennetts are coming the next day. Man, time flies when you’re bored. I so need to pack or something … and I wish updating my sites (new layouts and editing links) didn’t take forever.

Blah I ran out of Kleenex (no more stand for my webcam) … I need rinse too.

And fuck, the gloss or whatever from my floor is coming off, and it’s frickin’ annoying — little flakes just keep randomly appearing, and vacuuming doesn’t help. Grr … why wasn’t my room done when the rest of the house was?