4:37 a.m.

I am disturbed.
It all started with a skirt.

It's 4:37 in the early friggin' morn and I can't sleep. I have counted the invisible monkeys on my windowsill and the sheep in my head and still, I will not tire. Unlike the good ol' days when I spent my restless nights during my 7-month tenure with Insomnia wandering the streets as a vagrant, I don't feel compelled to find my way over to the 24 hour Starbucks for a frappucino and a heart to heart with invisible complete strangers who absolutely do not exist. Hmm. Instead, I am doing normal wee-hours-of-the-morning stuff such as the regular myspace updating/uploading shizz, sky gazing, tuning in to some good tunage, reading the Adbusters Media Democracy edition in which, by the way, I have learned that sadness and self-focus make you spend money on depression meds like Prozac, Zoloft and Paxil that work no better than placebo sugar pills would, heh heh (how's your mood disorder?), and lastly, sewing...

The sky is lightening with every word...

I got the skirt from Forever 21 on clearance and we all know clearance item return policies- you don't get to return them. The problem: the zipper. I bring the skirt home only to discover the broken zipper, so for all these hours, I have been trying to mend this retarded zipper to no avail. When all of a sudden (aha!) I figured, hey, why not just sew on a whole new zipper?! It makes sense... SO I go rummaging though my mother's sewing drawer and find some cool buttons and zippers and decide on a powder blue zipper though the skirt contains no blue. I think it'll work. :o)

Deprived of sleep but it doesn't matter, I am fo shizz that I will spend this day making music at P.P. or at The Eagle, taking up more potential snooze time. It's supposed to be 76 degrees today, get out, get fresh!

It is now 5:45 a.m. and I think I will have breakfast. Yay cinamon toast crunch. Sweet awakening! Mucho amorrrr.