sarahhassars

Yessir. Every morning I wake up and feel as though I'm slipping just a little further into insanity.
We've been dating for four months, and it's only getting better. At a very slow pace, beit. My imagination runs wild with him unlike any other man I've been with, and my questions continue to be answered with sane results. I'm losing it.
He told me this weekend that I'm a huge accomplishment for him. We spent four consecutive nights together.
I can't help but devilishly rapture in the fact that I won't have school this semester to get in the way of things. Only my job, which still isn't that bad. Maybe I've got my priorities all crooked. I don't care.
But I've truly lost the ability to sleep sensibly. Nights like tonight, I roam my house, chain-smoke in my car, lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, call everyone I know just to see if someone is awake to go have some tea with me, nestle with my journal in hopes of writing myself into a coma. I just cannot sleep at all anymore. And then when I can, when everything clicks and it's just right... I end up sleeping until 3:30 in the afternoon.
It's 2006 and I shudder everytime I think about it. I'm beginning this year at the very height of gluttony. I lay around my room in my trash (I'm very slowly in the process of more or less tearing down my room and starting from scratch- carpet, paint, doors, everything. I've yet to actually start.), sometimes sleep 12 hours, sometimes not at all, go to work 5 days a week, often times double shifts, and then either waste away at IHOP, see my favorite lady friend, or do something with Joe. Once or twice a week, it's...

Holy god. My guy called, he fuckin' wants to see me AGAIN.
It's 3 AM. Fuckin' sweet.
Time to get my gluttony on.
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