let me once again state that sports night is the greatest show ever. i could watch these episodes over and over. i would, if i had the dvd set. if someone gave that to my broke ass, i would make a statue of them. no kidding.

sleep is not my friend. i can't sleep. it can't be the two cups of coffee i had, because those were like, five hours ago. oh yeah, tea has caffiene.. but it's not like i've had all that much. fuck, man. i haven't had trouble sleeping since like, the middle of last week. not this week just passed, but the one before that. three days in a row, i couldn't sleep, and when i did i was up after four hours. oh the joys of withdrawl (?). more on that later. i was spoiled this past week, due to nick's lack of money and consequent lack of gas. i was driving him to work in the afternoon and picking him up after midnight, so i slept there every night except for friday. i am now used to rolling over and finding him there. here, i roll over and i get the floor. stuffed bunnies and hippos and little balding red-headed limbless girls are poor excuses for a boyfriend. oh, the simple woes of a girl in love. and it's nice to be around him all that time and have things not diminish at all and not feel like a nuisance either.

i want to write about the party last night and other things, but i think maybe i should try for sleep again. for the fourth time. bless me, oh you wicked goddess of sleep. of course Sleep is a she. how else could it be so fickle?