I'm reclining on my couch, wearing one of the shirts castevet designed, looking around my apartment, wondering how I'm going to pack up all this shite. I had three hours of sleep last night. Four the night before. I'm in that totally disjointed phase of fatigue and yet I don't want to go to bed. I've got that "I might miss something" feeling going on. I'm obsessively refreshing my flist and my gmail because I'm totally addicted to LJ. I'm only posting now for something to do. I'm wishing I had found some things to photograph today so I could post them. I have a small stack of stuff waiting for rural_ruin but I'm holding off because I posted in there the last two days, and I don't want to wear out my welcome or run out of pics too quickly. I definitely need to get glasses. I was looking at the TV listings and saw Eminem: The Ultimate Interview. I thought it said Enema: The Ultimate Interview. I'm not making a paragraph break and you can't make me.