tryouts.

so i'm a slacker.
i'm taking a class called "popular fiction: crimes, criminals and mysteries." sounds sweet huh? uhh, my professor is a character from one of my books. and not the good heroic kind, but the creepy, rapist kind. ouch that was harsh.

i forgot my pillow out in the car. i would go get it but it's too far. i'll take the inevitable crick in my neck.

i want to drink three red bulls tonight. because even though i'm not tired....why the hell not?

i wonder if anyone will read this. not gonna lie, i hope they don't. because if they don't this can be like an online diary and no one will know about it so i can write exactly what i'm thinking, without censoring myself and without being politically, or for that matter, gramatically correct.

so...stop reading this, please. :)