I should be sleeping.

[judecorp]

But I'm not. (Duh.) Stephanie is filling me with amusement (and some harsh realities, but that's okay) online and since it's been so damned long since I talked to her in real time, it's way worth it. And I've still got Mark on the other MUSH, too. WHEE!

This is a momentous evening, because tonight Mark and I were on the phone for over an hour without getting mad at each other for... god knows what. We bicker over anything. We've never had a conversation without someone getting annoyed. This is good, because it means that it's possible. So when I'm out that way in September, we probably won't be involved in a double homicide. This is good.

I was going to call Natalie tonight, but I never got around to it. Oops. I meant to call Dad too. I'm a bad phone friend.

I am going to get my name back.
I am going to buy my bed.
I am going to do this /soon/.

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[juliann.livejournal.com]

I wrote a poem called "I should be sleeping, but I'm not". I'm sure it was hideous and I don't remember any more of it besides that it was 17 year old romantic drivel. It's undoubtably still in my mom's attic somewhere.

Why a futon, sillyhead? Futon is japanese for "uncomfortable bed". Get a real bed. Your back will thank you for it. (And no the price isn't really that different.)

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Because I adore futons. Seriously. I'm completely enamored with them. And yes, I know it's not recommended that you sleep in one all the time. I know. I know.

But the idea of buying new mattresses and everything is like, ugh.

When I was in high school I wrote a lot of ridiculous poetry.