at night, when the world outside my window is shades of grey

Insomnia sucks. and insomnia + the 'i hate clothes' stage (ugh clothes, especially at night, when they cause too much friction with my sheetss, thus inhibiting my restlessness that comes with insomia, and guaranteeing complete frustration)= not alot of fun. and i think im beyond the 'writing pages every night in my diary' stage. now imto my 'lay there til midnight, then hang out your bedroom window' stage. and i guess its good that its so
late, seeing as i have very little clothes on. and of the few people that do drive by, i wish someone would stop and chat. i mean, alot of people out at this hour are teens on summe rbreak, whove already missed their curfew by a few hours, who arent going to give a damn if theyre another 15 minutes late, so... but you know its bad when your double bed seems like a two by four, (both in size and comfort), you want to shred your clothes and burn them (hey, itd be occupying) and your leaning out your bedroom window repeating 'onomatopoeia' and 'Huuuuber' over and over. and then writing this paper.... but hey it was better than glaring into semi-darkness, you know, that point where every little light semed so bloody annoying, and that explains why you have pant draped over your alarm clock, and stuff piled on your powerstrip (you know, the little red power switch light) and such. and as soon as you killed every pinprick, and clicked off your lamp, you realize the outdoors generates light too...and when yuo finally see that you cant get total darkness, then you start kicking (or rather, foot-shoving) the dog. who is sound asleep. but you foot has to be exactly where she's laying. so you shover her til she wakes up, drags herslef over two inches, and falls back asleep (lucky dog).but by then, your foot has decided (who knew feet had minds of their own) it wants to be somewhere else. and thus my nighttime adventures continue. and i didnt even get to the part about talking to myself with a british accent, or air guitar, or the cleaning frenzys.....
We'll get to them some other time. right now, im going to go hang upside down off my bed and imitate Austin Powers, then laugh so hard i fall off.

TTFN!