2004-03-23 - 1:51 a.m.

Waiting for the bathroommate to clear out to get ready for bed.

My sleep schedule is beyond repair. I shall try nonetheless to make it work. My eating's bad too. Something's up, I just don't know what.

I got a poem in a campus literary magazine, and a MoCo solo in the last two days. I'm feeling outlandishly competent. The song I wrote out west is almost done and will be introduced to my band soon, if we ever, you know, rehearse.

I can't tell if she's still in there, but I want to go to bed...