My dad didn't sleep at all last night either! And we're talking about trading sleeping pills, he's all "I have Lunesta, it's good stuff" and I'm like "ok here, trade you some Ambien for it" :D

The family that shares drugs together, gets hugs together...? Speaking of drugs, I bet I would sleep like an angel if I could smoke a joint. -_- Being clean is less fun when you have no real reason for it. (Well, besides being broke. Is it wrong that my anti-drug little sister can score weed just by being cute? Answer: yes, but I would take advantage of that.)

Right now, I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to, because I have all of my crafty stuff spread out on my bed, plastic drawers and pill bottles full of beads, tins of decade-old stationery, ribbons and fabric paint and fabric scraps, and oh my god I hoard so much crap it's unbelievable. BUT I MIGHT BE ABLE TO USE IT ONE DAY, my brain says, and so I keep it. No more! I am throwing out all of the ugly shit. :D

My mother wants me to read a book called The Shack, which is apparently ~~very spiritual and uplifting~~, and I want nothing to do with it, except she's my mom and I love her, which means I will humor her, if... I can find... where I put the book? Oops.

It's supposed to get up to 65 degrees today. Butcher has already taken up residence in the window, and his tail is hanging right. next to me. and all I want to do is fuck with him. :3 Heh.

Okay, here is my plan!
-Finish taking care of crafty stuff
-Clean the rat cage (poor Heather Ratface has a rat tumor :( why do all of my rats get cancer?)
-Take a shower!
-Do some laundry, omg, heap of it.
-read the shack I guess, ew
--and probably fall asleep, because that's what "inspirational" books do to me

Okay, I can handle that. Hell, I might be able to do all of that before lunch. I am fierce, I am determined, I am getting my ass off this chair!