music. morning.
So my parents don't fight all that often. When they do it's usually over something really stupid. Last night at around 2:30 or so I began to have a dream about someone yelling. Then I woke up and realized it was the 2 of them downstairs deciding to have the biggest fight they've had in a long time in our living room at almost 3. So. 4 hours of sleep again, and all I can do is laugh, because well. What else is there to do.

I've been listening to alot of Aretha Frankln recently. I don't know why. These morning entries are absolute crap, but I still love you. today and tomorrow I have no work, so I'll probably regain some of my brain back.

Sound good? Yeah.

Posted by Maleta at 7:17 a.m.