attack of the insomniac!

i have to open the coffee shop in half an hour. i closed it last night. i didn't sleep a single wink in between.

i blame this: Crawford

it made me cry and feel frustrated and powerless and so sad. i guess that's the mark of a good film. remind me of that in 5.5 hours when i'm stumbling homeward from work.

i have this to look forward to around 8 30 or 9 00 tonight, though. provided i'm not scraping myself off my bed.

and maybe some of these if i'm still feeling as ambitious as i was six hours ago: