stolen shirts and falling planes

so very tired. my brain says it needs sleep but only during the day when it's no where near bed.

when it's near bed, all sleep ideas go out the window.

inserting special javascript tags into big-car-company website is luckily very brainless and requires little thought on my part. although now i can't tell if i've been sleeping funny on my left arm or if i have RSI from mousing it.

i have to write a self-appraisal and i feel too hazy dazey to do it justice but i guess that's ok.

these things . yes. *these* things. move fast. it's the nature of it. we ain't no floating feathers or leaves off a tree. we plummet with the force of falling airplanes. (no sliced off legs.)

why would i even feel funny at the idea.

and i always thought there would be more past-future thoughts. more that was then this is now thoughts. more , not comparison, but strange alterations and struggles as i shift.

but no. easy. simple. and it's so completely different. and i think i thought that wouldnt be good for some reason but it is better than so.

and i could really use a nap.

and i've stolen a shirt based on soft and smell.

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