Okay so the pillow thing didn't work. But I did sit a moment and think about what I just wrote... and figure I may as well criticize myself since there's not much else to do. Just kidding... about the reflection part. I don't think I ever give enough time between a thought and an action to really call it a moment. So... I know there's no such thing as a happy ending! And I know that there is no such thing as an ending without a beginning of something new. I'm not a practical person. I lack common sense... but don't you think I'm a little bit sheepish to really fall for that solid gold shit they feed me? I don't know why I'm so ... critical right now. I think it's because I've been in the house all night, sorry. I'm not myself at the moment. I just want to wipe the male gender off the face of this earth... or maybe just a few select participants.
Okay. I'm done with the pessimism for the night. I'm over analyzing, making no sense, and using up my energy that could be put forth to something resourceful... like walking to the fridge.. or better yet, walking to my bed, climbing in it, and calling it an early night. G'night all.