home from work. haven't done much since getting home, just ate some ice cream and made some ill-advised phone calls.

now i'm sitting in a dark apartment, listening to a mix of the lemonheads and jets to brazil. sometimes i wish i knew why i torture myself like this. i'm exhausted but i can't seem to be able to make myself think about sleep. i'll probably read until the wee hours of the morning until my eyes find their own way to closing.

if you haven't caught on, i've been posting odds and ends on molly's fringe site, snapshots. it gives me something to do with all these joycam pictures that i have stacked up, waiting for me to get joycam project done. but, just like everything else in life, it's a work in progress. get used to it.

"get used to it." that and "deal with it" are two things i really hate to hear.