unicorn shoes.

my brain is currently on word overload. and my face feels really warm, like I've just woke up from a nice nap and I know that's not true. my stomach feels uneasy. my fingers are cold, they don't want to type, I can almost hear them whispering, "let's go hide under the covers in bed, huh?"

and I reply, "No cold fingers, we must stay awake because if something fantastic happens we'll miss it if we're hiding under the covers in bed."

they changed facebook...again. this does not surprise me because it just does not. this change does not effect my life as I know it at all. I actually don't care at all. why everyone else does, I'm not sure.

the rest of me is cold too. I could make a cacoon of blankets but I really don't want to.

because if something fantastic happens, I'll miss it.

for the past few minutes, I've drifted off into thought. I'm wondering what my insides look like. now, you may think that to be weird, but it is not. we give so much credit body parts, like eyes, but none whatsoever to other vital parts.

"Emily, dear, you have beautiful intestines. They're the prettiest I think I'll ever wish to see."

so, that is strange. but no stranger than anything else in this world.

no stranger than walking down the sidewalk and seeing a stranger up ahead, knowing they will pass you. and some sort of awkward, half second awareness of "I'm walking, you're walking, we are in a common place!"

and you half smile, and they ignore you completely. you're attempt at being polite has been rejected.

that happened to me today. but I think this man simply didn't notice me because of my height. a lot of people don't notice me because they don't see me. I am not offended.

my face is still warm and my fingers are warmer. they are now saying, "keep typing, we're okay though the thought of your bed covered with blankets is making us anxious."

and I reply, "yes, fingers the thought of my bed covered with blankets is making myself anxious too. but I will keep typing, in case something fantastic happens."

everyone thinks today is saturday except for me.
this is most definitaly friday, and you will let me have my friday until it is supposed to be saturday, which is whenever I wake up again. if I stay up till five knowing I can watch roseanne at the following times: 2:30am; 3:00am; 3:30am; 4:00am; 4:30am then it may not be saturday until well into the actual day itself.

and I do not consider getting out of bed waking up. waking up is when I no longer feel the need to crawl back into bed. I may not wake up until well into Sunday, which is still Saturday, for I have yet to sleep.

that all makes sense. don't worry.