twenty-twenty-twenty-four hours ago, i wanna be sedated.

I am so damn tired tonight. I don't get it. I've been sleeping. What the hell's the dillybar? I mean Dilly Bar? I mean dilly-o?

Sooooo sleeeeeeeepeeeeeeeeee. And it's only 9.

I'm amazed that I actually got off my ass long enough to write that piece i've been putting off for the new alumni mag. I wonder if it'll be anything like the Where are They Now? page, where they take the profile that you give them and completely suck any and all humor out of it so all that's left is a very dry "Steph Lehman lives in blah blah where she's a blah blah at blah blah b'blah." I was so upset that they didn't put one of my job duties was to dance like a monkey on command.

That's it. No more bloggie for you. Time for mindless time wasters like television and celebrity pokemon.