little did i think this weekend would be such a killer.

i think this is a long time since i fell asleep every night due to sheer fatigue.
not that its a bad thing of course,
it sure hells beat insomnia and lying in bed for hours, hands down.
so i guess i'm kind of embracing this almost masochism-like lifestyle.

right now,
my back aches a little,
with my upper arms hanging down like limp sausages.
yet i can strangely not think of things that i did that might have caused it.

i think i still have leftover sleep debt from last week,
considering that i havent had a full night's rest since wednesday,
i dont think i'm gonna repay it anytime.
oh well, it certainly beats getting mopey especially when it rains.

and mentioning about it,
i think i have about 6 hours of shows loaded an unwatched since 2 weeks ago.

looking for films is sucha bitch.
its too difficult to go searching.
no time and almost no energy,
i really hate it when people dont reply promptly with clear answers.
an undetermined angst brews inside, ready to lash out.
it doesnt take much to reply and give the right words.

damn, i dont want to settle for less.
because i deserve more than just an 'okay' for the amount of effort i put in.

this week:
monday: work, doctor, peninsular (?), collect fcd shirts hopefully and possibly movie.
tuesday: opening at dempsey, fcd at oc.
wednesday: work.
thursday: work.
friday: work, closing at dempsey.
saturday: holland, closing at dempsey.
sunday: can we bake bread again please?

why do i have this feeling i have something happening on wed and thurs?

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