i think i'm tired. i can't tell though. i've been feeling stupid and not quite with it all. i'm in a fucking daze. i wish i could get paid to sleep.
i had a dream i ran into tina in a hotel and i told her i think it sucks that we all don't hang out like we used to. she just looked at me a little weird and went off to the room she was staying in. she looked back at me before she went in as if to a response, but i just shrugged her off. she also had a faint mustache...
making poems into comics sucks. especially when it takes me forever to interpret them.
oh and heath ledger died... wtf?