i'm out of sorts and staring off into space. maybe its too much netflix or the book about the sanitorium or the pile of boxes where christ=mas used to be. but my to-do's arent very convincing and the waking and sleeping are dubious requests.
right now i might be a pencil covered in green glitter with point balancing upon lined paper. or a piece of gum being pulled out by a finger in between clenched teeth.