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I was dreaming about breakfast biscuits in boxes (real things) when a phone call for my father woke me up. He, of course, proceeded to bellow into the phone like all old people do, and his voice traveled down the hall straight into my room. That was around 10:30... I never intended to sleep in that much. I try to make myself wake up at 8 or 9. I feel like I have a bigger day if I do that. Now I'm going to feel rushed for the next 12 hours.
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Everytime my buddy in noise sounds, I get my hopes up that it may be Alan. But I know he would not be online right now. He is either getting ready for work, or is on his way in. Tomorrow he has an interview (at who knows what time?) and I'm planning on getting my hair trimmed. Who knows if he will be online at all tomorrow...
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Desprately trying to make a new layout for my domain, and I don't think I could be any more unmotivated.
I miss Alan.
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I really have nothing better to do than upload ugly ghetto pictures of myself.
Me with a head ache, being very tired and lonely.
Wide eyed and stupid.
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Alan did sign on for about an hour, not saying much of anything. Obviously not in a perfect mood. Very quiet. He then announced he was going to dinner, and has not been back since. I was hoping he could call me, but I guess not. I wish he would have told me if he had plans after dinner, so I would know whether it was ok for me to sign off, or do something else. I know he had things to do, but I really thought he would still be back online.