I find that I no longer have the ability to sleep till four. It isn't becuase I am not tired- I simply can't. I start waking up around seven and it's every half hour from there. Oh well, I feel more productive. I noticed my life sortof revolves around productivity, recently. No real explanation, I just sort of look at everything and things "Is this a productive venture?" Not then though, usually much, much later. But yeah, finally washed my hair. I feel so clean. It's still running blue, though. Had apple crisp for breakfast. Went to a craft fair to see Shei. (Bought a pocket watch, and felt like an idiot because I have one, I just can't remember where I put it and I'm looking for it like mad now. But who can resist a nice pocket watch?) Ended up staying for a lot of hours. It wasn't bad though, I didn't feel like leaving. Prolly would have stayed till 6 but I felt bad because I told Steve we were just stopping by and then we'd be picking him up, so to get ready. Then it was three hours later.
We played COD: MW2 Doing OP missions. I'm so horrible, but I love it. I hate killing them, I do. I don't know, really. Also played Zelda, just ran around collecting heart containers, haha. I'm procrastinating Ganon's castle. Hoorah. But yeah, we then watched The Matrix. I'd never seen it before. I quite enjoyed it. I can't follow the next one though. I'll try again sometime. The day flew by. I'm not looking forward to Monday, of course. I've reverted to just trying to survive the week. Blocking the world out, trying to keep my mouth shut. My life lacks passion, when this happens. And then what have you to live for?
Ate my dinner, finally. Twas delicious. But now I smell like onions again. I strongly dislike getting in and out of the shower, but I love showering. I don't like finding clothes afterwards and feeling dumb that I can't get myself to wear the same ones I had on before (It's a superiority thing almost- now that I'm cleaner, I must wear something cleaner than I was when I was dirty, because they are probaby dirty as well.). However, if I do not shower that night, there is no guilt in putting back on the same underwear. I am disgusting. Obviously I make an effort to shower, because of this. And this alone.