what's the word, hummingbird?

you're dying. like right now.

but it's okay, I'm dying too.

and so is the chipmunk outside your window

and the wailing baby across the room

my room mate is going crazy.

maybe i can slip some anti-psychotics into her coffee later.

i slept at 6.30 this morning.

i feel like i'm back to being a two month old baby, what with my odd sleeping hours these days.