I have no idea why I’m up this late. Carlee must have put cocaine in the muffins. Recounting the happenings, or lack thereof, of the evening/day. Spending hours upon hours recoding this stupid site to make it more aesthetically appealing (which I have done successfully), which in turn will make me write more… since I don’t seem use this nearly enough. Noted sarcasm, for anyone who comes across this who has the staunch inability to deduce my dry humor… Well.. I’m too tired to write anything of any importance and too awake to do anything else but sit here. A stupid… fuck… what’s the word… LIMBO. A stupid sensation. Purgatory of the senses. Listless and floating, my mind is attempting to shut off and stay awake simultaneously. Maybe if I try typing with my eyes closed…