I just realized that I’ve been wearing my underwear inside out all day. So, ya, umm, yay I guess.
That’s how freaking busy I am. I can’t event take the time to check the tag on my underwear.
Or to blog.
I’m so sorry I’ve been away. I miss you like crazy.
*tap. tap tap tap. Is this thing still on?*
You haven’t left me yet, have you? I’m still here. I’m just spending all my free time these days driving to places, from places and sitting in dead stop traffic on Route 59.
(Thank you God for NPR).
It’s stressing me out man. Seriously. I have horrid fears that I will ram into a semi and die at any given moment and in the process get a ticket and then arrested.
Or that I will fall asleep mid-trip.
Actually, that already happens. Ish.
(Or am I?)
Basically I get by with a little help from Starbucks. That company puts crack and meth in their coffee though I think because it’s more addicting that sleep.
And more expensive than crack and/or meth.
I love it.
Of course, it only give me fake awake. It’s like the generic brand of not being alseep. You’re awake and all, but not really. In your head you’re dreaming about sleeping.
And you do stupid things. Say stupid sentences. And, make stupid mistakes.
Like put your underwear on inside out.