i just keep getting more and more tired...

and my apartment just keeps getting messier and messier. and i just keep getting clutzier and clutzier.

seriously, i feel asleep while playing with juliet, and awoke to find myself covered in wiggles stickers. after she hit me in the nose with mikey the glow worm.

even more seriously, i was emptying the dishwasher so that i could get the blender filled with soymilk and blueberries out of the sink, and i flipped a knife over (round and round it went, like a goddamn slowmo movie) and yes, it knicked my knuckle.

yet, even more painfully, i stubbed my toe on juliet's snow white bench becasue there is just shit EVERYWHERE in my house. shoes, clothes, towels, blueberries...mostly its juliet's doing, cuz she is the tazmanien devil in actuality. she whirls about in a sea of madhair and swirling eyes, picking up everything in her wake. kind of like that tornado that hit tarrytown. we used to call her hurricaine ivan, but that's directly due to her crazyass hair, not the fact that she spins incessently.

anyway, instead of getting my life back on track (my life within this apartment anyhow) i'm bullshitting my way around myspace and this blog and somehow that makes me feel better. i tried to stick to my diet today but found some twizzlers in my beachbag and just needed to snack. and i just cannot get enough. its nearly 6. only 3 hours til bedtime...