it's going to be a long night.

a quiet night. a night for candles, writing, maybe a movie. homework too, gods damn it. but no dishes. i refuse to wash the dishes. *sticks out tongue* i'll do it tomorrow... *sigh*

alone at work today, double the workload, yet still managed to be nice and productive. i even managed to spill a customer's drink all over the place. *hangs head in shame* it was bound to happen eventually, considering my levels of clumsiness... no saving throws for me...

i feel like lying down on the floor and seeing how long i can stay there. the fact that i fidget constantly could prompt me to move. or i could stare at the ceiling for hours on end and lose track of everything and everyone, sliding ever-deeper into my own insanity. i'm not sure which i'd prefer.

i could go out, i suppose, but that's too much hassle right now. i'm, as messiahd recently said, fashed.