Sleep Junky

Born Slippy
2001-11-18 05:00:33 (UTC)

nov18/01

Ian's here, he's actually downstairs in studio. I guess
that would explain why I'm a little distracted right now.
I can't work; all I want to do is snooze with him next to
me and eat ice cream after.
Actually that's not a bad idea. I'll just run to the
grocery store and..NO.
At least, for all my slovenliness, I'm starting to get
into my projects. The lounge I'm designing for studio won't
be half terrible if I get it done on time.
I'm too lazy to write any more right now. Maybe I'll do
more later. After I get some ice cream.

a few hours later. . . .

I'm still trying to get work done but I want to go home. I guess I
feel guilty for keeping Ian here while he's tired. That's a lie- I'd
stay and do more work if I really wanted too but I'm too goddamn
lazy. I guess I'll leave pretty soon.
I must say though, he's the best and most worthwhile distraction I
can think of.
I've changed my mind- I don't want ice cream anymore. I'd rather
have cherry cheesecake instead. Now I'm counting the minutes I can
leave this shithole prison and sleep and eat and stuff to my heart's
content.

I'm usually enthralled about writing in my diary and look forward
to it. Today I am reluctantly writing down whatever stupid shit pops
into my head in order to get the task over with. I might as well not
write anything at all than compose an entry of fluff. But I guess
every entry doesn't have to be some complelling self-revelation.
Well, I guess what I've written gives the gist of my thoughts
today: reluctance to work tempered by guilt for being lazy.




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