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Lunesta

I dont even know why I started this blog, i'm way to lazy to write worth while entries and my attention span is so short the only meaning i publish is that second where everything is clear and i dont care what im saying. um so today i had orientation for my temporary job at macy's, all the joy of the holiday season in a single store.. it's a complicated science, no question, and now im so tired i could sleep on my face in my clothes. the shitty part is i cant fall asleep anymore, only because i've become conscious of the process of falling asleep which requires you to forget that that's what you're trying to do. the poor souls of lunesta. i thought about writing on the walls on my way home from training.. i've even tried carrying around a sharpie so that i actually will, but i never do, instead i end up writing on my clothes or tagging paper that i stuff in my purse which creates the clutter that characterizes my disorder when confronted with finding a dollar 50 for the busdriver that drives the same route 10 times a day, an hour each way, i asked him. i get inspired by the mess because it's so infrequent but not the overflowing garbage can classic. i mean the stuff on the walls that no one sees unless you're geared toward noticing it. it hurts to care though, like it hurts now to fall asleep. soon my pretty. i think i need lunesta. goodbye

posted by Alectrocution @ 9:37:00 PM