I'm laying on the couch, with the tv on in the background. I'm working on analyzing a poem. Well, not working very hard, but I haven't left it completely on its own.

Yawns are rattling my body. I haven't slept well all week. My cat woke me up at 2 in the morning last night coughing up his dinner. I was upset.

I was a whore last night at coffee house. I gave out kisses and hugs like they were candy on Halloween. I sat on Feeney and Kevin, and dry humped Feeney goodbye. Jackie came up to me afterwards and told me I was a slut. I laughed and told her she was right.

I rarely watch this show, Without A Trace, but when I do. It never fails to make me cry.

a new piece melted @10:01 p.m.