A Serious Tone?

It’s 3:00 AM and I won’t go to sleep, not because I have insomnia, but because I feel as though I haven’t done enough in the day to have a right to rest. I’ve been having this problem for about a year now, though the time’s stretched from about 1:00 to 4:00, and I’m just hoping it doesn’t get any worse or there’s going to be no sense in going to sleep at all. And, no, it’s not your fault, Heather.

Speaking of which, that aforementioned internet girl of mine is away for a few days, and I find it charmingly scary how I feel completely lost without her to talk to. I even almost logged on to Yahoo messenger and waited for an RFIM to come around tonight, just because I’ve gotten so used to being reminded of what a fabulous person I am nightly that I pathetically craved it, and, god knows, RFIM’s are always good for that, even if they only say it because they want to be validated in return. Not to imply that I talk to Heather to hear compliments, but genuine people really are a rare find, nevermind ones that give out compliments.

The whole situation is still silly, of course, and my roommate thinks me mad for it, sighting the ever endless stream of “real” girls I could actually be spending my time with. Unfortunately, the idea of bringing over big breasted sorority-girl classmates for sex doesn’t really appeal to me. Not that the aforementioned roommate would ever do such a thing either, but he wouldn’t because of a morals, whereas I don’t because it just sounds boring. And I can’t imagine what else the girls would be good for.

I think I write slightly more serious entries when I’m sleepy. I’m not sure I like it. I’m going to bed now.