Intensity

I'm getting really bad about staying up too late, but it's always been one of my most productive, creative times of the day. Plus, I've always had kind of a hard time sleeping at night.

Tonight was too intense. I'm not entirely sure what people see in Handlebarz, but to each their own. What irked me the most was that they made a humongous fucking mess, just as we all expected, and kind of watched us clean it. It took several of us probably twenty minutes or more to clean up. My back's going to be sore tomorrow from stooping over with the damn broom for all that time.

I almost wrote a poem tonight. I started it, then got interrupted, but it's all good. It probably would have sucked. I hate most of my writing, but I guess I'm not the best critic, given my bias. Remember when I thought I was Poe or some shit? Ah, to be young, stupid, and have a ton of unnecessary self-esteem again.

Why am I blogging at almost three in the morning? I have no idea. I have nothing to say, as usual. I'm just wasting time, mine and yours. I need to get out of here for a while.

SXR