2004-01-09/11:42 a.m.

insomnia, part III

this is just getting ridiculous. i need another plotline to explore, but im too tired to find one. sigh. so. bloody. exhausted.

my mother frantically phoned my therapist last night. im not sure why. i dont really care to find out anytime soon. im such a nice daughter.

baked apple oatmeal awaits me upstairs, as do prozac nation and all of danny michels cds. thatll be my afternoon.

i just text messaged the boy because im annoying like that. last night he seriously asked what to tell people who have been asking where i am, why im away, and when im returning. he doesnt want to tell everybody that the trees scare me too much to go outside, which is true. i explained that to my english lit class, though they didnt really care. he also doesnt want to continue to tell people that im sick, as they might think im dying by now, and if they ask what im sick with, he has no choice but to tell them the truth. poor guy.

dan, just tell people that im just taking a break from school for a little while. i dont really care anymore what people think of me. why? because i lack the capacity to. reassuring, eh?

or you could tell them that i ran off to europe and got abducted by gypsies. them crazy gypsies. thatll work for sure.

thanks, dan.

what. the. hell. no, i dont know why i was just talking to the boy in my diary entry. sigh. im gonna go eat my oatmeal now that its all cold. mm.