The first episode of Space: Above and Beyond is on behind me, and that is a good thing. I didn't get any sleep last night, 'cause I stayed at Perkins with Boo and Dorina until five in the morning, drinking way too much coffee. and that isn't precisely a bad thing, but it makes my face absolutely impassive and my hands dead weight.

so. Not feeling _great_. qB makes me feel better. Just her existence. her saying, "and that's as far forward as I can get." I'll try and hold on to that tonight at work. today at work. today and tonight, at work.

"We'll sit alone on a chunk of ice at the top of the world."

wow, I am exhausted.

I had a dream about Josh last night. He said, "I don't want silver thread in my body." It was a reference to his fear of needles.

Speaking of Josh and thread-- I, uh. got a third journal. And it's a _livejournal_. But I'm not catering to the fad! and I waited a long time! It's just a writing journal. and I needed the several-entries-on-the-same-page format for a writing journal. It's here. I still feel vaguely gross. I remember, I yelled at Tan when she got her livejournal. or, well. not _yelled_. But made snide remarks at. Oh, I am sensitive. And like I have any room at all to talk about catering to a fad. Look at my writing. ai caramba.

Another episode of Space: Above and Beyond is on. am still tired. My, uh. Elbows feel like knees. I can't explain that, but they do.

unsexy.

Love, y'all.

--Alestar
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"He liked to sit in the middle of his huge bed, order ridiculously-overpriced room service, and jack off to pay-per-porn. It wasn't pathetic at all. It was relaxing."
~ LoLa, "Ouroboros"