quotequeen

I’m staring at him while I write this. Hiro is sprawled out on my bed and not in any spot where I can slip in and try to go to sleep. Not that it even matters. I’ve always been a night owl. I remember being little and watching, “Josie and the Pussycats” on Cartoon Planet. It was on like at 11:30 and then I would watch bits of Top Cat before finally succumbing to my annoyed mother. There really is something about the nighttime that encourages me to start working on whatever project I have in mind at the moment. Like, right now if I wasn’t busy giving my cat the evil eye, I’d totally be perfecting my RockBand score or cleaning up the living room (notice how RockBand comes first…). I can often be caught working on my room in two in the morning. When I ran a website, I would stay up programing it up to 3 in the morning. I don’t have to mention the times I stayed up to work on papers. The worst was an edu paper that I (naturally) put off until last second and stayed up past 30 something hours. Ugh that sucked. I had lab that day, so it was like most majors where you hand the paper in and fall asleep in class (or leave). I had to fuckn’ teach children. I’m surprised they weren’t like, “Miss Quotequeen, why are your undereyes so dark?” Followed by an amusing and slightly embarassing story about how their parents have dark under eyes. So typically, I stay up often. I honestly think I have dark undereyes since I was little. I was hanging out with Cookie and she was like, “It looks like you haven’t slept for months.” Well, I have, but I’m up all night and it doesn’t help that I haven’t slept well since my dad died. I did sleep well one time, but that involved someone else’s bed… (Not like that).  Fuck this, I’m tired. I’ll grab his foot and try to clip his nails… he’ll fly off the bed in a millisecond… 

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