slightly's Journal

Can't sleep, clowns will eat me. Just kidding. It's just my insomnia again. It's 6:30 am and I have not yet succeeded in going to sleep, though I have tried and tried. It's partly due, I believe, to my general illness (it's really just a mean cold). But it's also due to bad habits, and missing my lil' sis. And my ADD. Let's not forget my breathing troubles! I am just a complaint box, this morning. Oh well. It's good to type it out.

While I'm here. I am still incredibly angry at my stupid friend/roommate. I have to use the phone in the living room, despite it being a cell phone, because that's the only place there's reception in my apartment. Well, I was on the phone with my savtah earlier, crying, and Rusty (the stupid friend) walks in with the new plasma screen tv his parents got him. He just would not shut up about his stupid tv! I was sitting there both crying and trying to carry on a phone conversation and he found it appropriate to brag about the specs. I don't care about the damn tv! Yeah, it's nice you're putting it in the living room (which is actually not out of kindness, but because that's the only place there is room for all the gaming stuff), but it doesn't really benefit me as I'm not a gamer and was fine with the old one.

Oh yeah, and he was interupting my grandmother! I was crying, and instead of cheering me up, he talks about a stupid piece of brain-rotting electronic equipment.