I also downed like 20oz of water when I came home. In one shot. So dehydrated.
Dammit. It’s almost 4am again. I need 2 more paragraphs. I’m way sleepier than last night. I’m gonna sleep and wake up at 8am to continue writing before class. Zzz
Dammit. It’s almost 4am. I only wrote one paragraph. I need to write 4 pages by tomorrow’s class. I’m sleepy. So not used to writing. Can’t think. Distractions.
Update: My dad is back to normal! The swelling’s gone. He finished his z pak on Saturday. He does have some headache on the top right side, I think, inline with his right eye.. I don’t know what to think of it.. Summer semester starts on Monday. Engl1a, gonna have lots of writing to do. I also picked up a shift for work on Tues and Thurs. I’m gonna be so busy this week....
Sat. 16th. I had work. I picked up a run to LA. I ended up in Inglewood. Black people everywhere. Some houses were having a yard sale. Got to my destination. Ends up I was at the wrong house. It was next door. The pharmacy has been messing up on the house numbers! Wasting time and disturbing the wrong people! Anyways, Josh called up about a free show at the Getty Museum. Perfect, right after...
I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night. Feeling stressed. There’s so many thoughts in my head but I feel like I can’t write everything here. I can’t put into words. It’s like if I write one thing, I’ll write about something else in the middle of my previous thought because my mind is thinking too fast. Maybe I’ll just write them down as cliff...