i'm inclined to write today because

shouting at the national stadium was surprisingly therapeutic
i found the best place to get that perfect bowl of soup and noodles
at last, the sickness's all gone
it's 2 am and i'm sitting in my sister's living room eating madelines and feeling cold
it's cold - a direct consequence of being too lazy to get up and switch off the fan
sleep is an idea my mind refuses to comprehend
i need to get the rusty engine warmed up for tomorrow
i believe that the fat lady will finally sing on american idol this season  ¶ 2:04 am