insomnia?

well, whatever it is they call it when you can't sleep. maybe it's not insomnia.

gah. my brother's friends trekked through my room, spraying my perfume--at very close range, shuh-eesh--and my body spray, almost stole fourteen dollars (wholesome kids, i tell you), and borrowed my laptop to go on myspace. (i swear there's chocolate on the keys. from them. not me.) yeah. seriously. i think it's the perfume-and-body-spray thing. the clouds from both are mingling to form this nauseating smell. hmm. tropical peach and dkny be delicious--aka granny smith apples. how tempting.

whatever. i think it's that. i've decided tonight i'm going to finish my novel once and for all, even if it takes me until three in the morning or whenever i wake up tomorrow. i'll post an excerpt on here when i'm done. so you'll probably be seeing me then.

xoxo,

caiti