experimental jet set, trash and no star

This is going to be a REAL short one.

4 in the morning.

Think I got swine flu.

Listening to Sonic Youth (yes, i know.)

Going to bed.

Going to attempt class tomorrow.

Crying.

I need more friends who are cats.

Some of them will talk like Tim Curry.

I require the solace of shadows and the dark of night. Sunshine is my destroyer.

-John Thomas Diener