3 hours of sleep. Woke up to wine. Hitchhiked. Saw a bunch of moose. Ate all my jelly beans. Pulled on an old mans braided beard. Made him angry. Hitchhiked home again. Took sleeping pills. Still can’t sleep. Now I feel like I’m tripping. My roommate’s snores sound like a conversation.
My roommate walked in on me last night blacked out, in the dark, laughing hysterically, by myself, eating her left overs. I think she is starting to understand how weird I am.