My sleep schedule has been completely fucked since I come home from New Orleans,but then it was kinda getting hincty before I even left.I guess that I needed a change, but this isn't what I had in mind.I have been in a strange place in my head as well.That is what i get for reading Murakami again.I love his writing so much,but puts me in a very detached emotional state.Then again,I was feeling detached headspace before I started reading it,so there is a good chance it is more affect than cause.Sometimes getting high helps,sometimes it makes it worse,but at least then I don't care.I don't feel bad,just not altogether a part of anything at the moment.I know that I don't feel lonely because I don't have the slightest inclination to reach out to anyone.I feel like being alone.
However it is very cold tonight and I wish to god that I had a bedwarmer.Funny thing is that there is someone who fits that bill.He can warm a bed like a charm,but being around him is like being alone for me.Unfortunately he is several states away,and does me no good.I guess that I just have to be cold or get the gumption up to go on the search for another bedwarmer.I think I like being alone better than being warm tonight.
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