...gah!

Quaker Squares crunchy oatmeal cereal dipped in Whipped raspberry yogurt is what i'm eating now. is this genius or have i hit rock bottom yet? i'm tired of words. and i'm bored. i wonder what i'll do when i have to fill up time by myself. maybe i'll sew. or cook. slash bake. with fifty bags and five thousand cookies, what'll i do? perhaps i'll think of something clever. like putting cookies into bags. and leaving them on doorsteps or in mysterious places, like hanging on streetlamps (is that a hazard?) or resting them in birdbaths. it'll be my trademark, and i'll forever be known as the bag lady, with cookies. ha...ha. ...food is quite disgusting once you've had enough of the bad kind. bad kind meaning the kind that doesn't fill you up. like ramen. i think i've already written about this before. i'm hungry, but this food is disgusting. i want a greasy cheeseburger. hm. looks like another tired day tomorrow. i had a good almost-a-week straight of sleeping well. oh, yeah. that was the four-day weekend. ah, sleep. ::pink and red hearts pop up, filling the air:: waitaminute. i didn't sleep then either. this food is sticking in my throat. i have a sore throat. i'm sick again. today i was very cold. i thought, if i don't take better care of myself, i'll get sick again, but it was already too late. what with the incubation period and all that. you know, incubation reminds me of incubators, and that reminds me of first grade when we hatched those eggs. or when those eggs hatched themselves, and we watched. one of them tried to eat my shoelace. it was cute. i mean, the chick. !!! what the heck kinda name is that. stupid punk rocker punks. maybe? uhhhh...i guess one brick wall is, i need sleep. so i should accept that. except that...yeah, ok. argh argh argh. are you sleeping, are you sleeping, brother john, brother john? except that, every time i try translating that into french...oh never mind. i just remembered how it goes. oh...it's raining. i think i've forgotten how to read. it's very bad. am i tense? my muscles ache. blaaaah. what is the purpose of staying awake? i could've been reading a book all this time. yes, one entire book. a wonderful book about dragons and princesses and snapdragons and petunias. has there ever been a princess petunia? the name seems familiar. you know, i quite enjoyed this book about some random guy and a woman named Verity Kindle. what a name. something to the extent of truth alights? truthfully burn? bah! bah humbug. humbug sounds like a cute bug. ...am i deluding...er, delusional or are the lady bugs we have now NOT the same ones from our childhoods? i could've sworn someone at one point told me they were foreign. and ladybugs did look a lot redder back then. i thought the new ladybugs pushed out the old ones. but every time i tried to bring it up with anyone, they would shush me. it made me very frusterated, and it was also kind of like in a dream where you're sure something's real but everyone insists that it's not. and you feel very confused. like my dad and the orange. but generally, i'm confused. the yogurt is cloying, and the cereal is very dry. i'm tired. i have an urge to read achebe.