2003-10-17 - 3:48 p.m.
chris sleeps. I have finally met my match as a sleeper. we got home from drinking forties and being ridiculous at tommy's house around 3:30 and I stayed up till 7 cleaning the house because we had made a pact to clean the house that day, and even though we passed the border of midnight before even starting, I wasn't ready to let it slide. I even took the rug that donna spilled about half a candles worth of wax on outside and poured pot after pot of boiling water on it until the wax was gone. life is strange. lately I don't feel content unless something extraordinary happens everyday. sometimes I stay up all night, trying to catch that feeling, find the moment that snaps me back to an awareness of everythings fundamental beauty. the idea is to never leave that state, to see perfection everywhere. until then I'll be awake, eyes open, waiting.
