One Sentence About My Day

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Grrrrrrrr.

I have absolutely no idea what I'm feeling, and if it's possible then I think I'm feeling nothing at all.

My nails are growing but my hair is not.

Mary sucked my headphones into the vacuum and now I don't have headphones, but the vacuum seems to be okay.

Usually I think that I can handle everything, and then it's a problem when I can't.

Maybe I'll just sleep every two days!

Perhaps I'm just being paranoid, but I'm starting to wonder what the signs of insomnia are.