It is never as good as it seems.
- January 12th, 2010
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Lately I have been noticing my sleeping abilities to be degrading. I attribute it to some phenomenon where I am slowly gaining super powers. So far though, all that seems to be happening is a increase in how tired I am in the morning. Thoughts frequently float around in my head that make little sense, the issue now is that none of them make sense. Memories of the past, things I don’t really want to remember, all seem to surface but nothing is exactly clear. I try and figure out the root to all of this, most likely it is due to the high amounts of caffeine that I intake.
On these sleepless nights I try to spur creativity, give me something to do instead of laying in bed staring at the ceiling while my cat gnaws on my leg. I should probably start feeding that thing more often. I attempted to sit down and work on my site and a friends site, little progress was made as I ended up staring blankly at sites that made even less sense than what goes on in my head. Talking with friends on the various means of communicating over the net I started chatting up the normal cam whores. Get a picture or two of some tits or a flash of their ass. Seemed like no one was in the mood to give me a full show though. You have no idea how aggravating that is. I don’t fucking talk to you cause I like you, I talk to you because I like your tits and when you stick things in your ass when I ask you to. Life would be alot easier if you realized that I am a manipulative asshole and just did what I said without me having to do so much work.
I am still waiting for those superpowers to show up..