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It's 37 degrees outside right now. I'm feeling less crazy. Sleeping in the cold isn't good for me, though. Last night I had a dream that the middle Jonas brother whateverthehellhisnameis was hitting on me and I was all GET YOUR DISNEY SCENE SELF OFF OF ME EW. But I wasn't too mean because he was pretty nice.
Still feeling the crazy, though. It's affecting my writing. The thermometer I put in my bedroom says it was 57 degrees next to the wall. My bed is next to the wall. I cannot sleep in these conditions. It's not much warmer here in the living room next to the window either, hence not being able to write. We do have heat but it all goes in my mother's room, or something. The thermostat says it's 73ish or something. It lies.
Reading that all back over apparently I am no more sane than I was yesterday, sry
-2:32 AM
Still feeling the crazy, though. It's affecting my writing. The thermometer I put in my bedroom says it was 57 degrees next to the wall. My bed is next to the wall. I cannot sleep in these conditions. It's not much warmer here in the living room next to the window either, hence not being able to write. We do have heat but it all goes in my mother's room, or something. The thermostat says it's 73ish or something. It lies.
Reading that all back over apparently I am no more sane than I was yesterday, sry
-2:32 AM
