I went to bed yesterday at 3 pm and am now feeling much better.
But living in the middle is already making me insane.
And, I don’t have my own room here, and Max likes to talk, which I almost always enjoy. But sometimes, I like to hide.
But there’s nowhere to hide here. Well, nowhere with cable tv. I guess I should add that I like to hide somewhere with a giant tv and cable and my bed, like back at my old apartment in Brooklyn, RIP.
I need to have a place to hide or I get mental.
I mean, sometimes, I just can’t be nice. That is when I hide. To protect others from my violent moodswings
Maybe I will have to hit the road, like Bruce Banner, so nobody finds out my horrible secret that I am 110% cold-hearted bitch.
So, Max gets home from work yesterday, after I spent the day lamenting and writing and setting up the internet on NO SLEEP and he’s all like “I GOT HOT DOGS” and I’m all like “WHY DON’T YOU SHUT UP” and then I went to bed before I said something more terrible.
And it snowed here again. THAT IS NOT OK WITH ME!
