I'm going to get a camera this weekend. No matter what.

I want a new guitar. I got rid of my electric guitar a while ago when I gave up on life... it was crummy and I don't want it back. I think I want a Jaguar.

I'm going to start a noise-drone band... I'm half-serious.

I'm a wreck. I haven't been sleeping... like...I get four broken-up hours of light sleep a day. I work nights and it wasn't bothering me until these last two weeks.... I'm so fucking ... I don't know.

Some guy is waiting for a hooker and getting really impatient. I assume it's a hooker. He can't figure out the phone... he tried slipping me money...........some guy called to make a 3 room reservation for New Year's Eve.........I work Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, New Year's Eve and New Year's Day............ it's so......... I keep forgetting shit....... I'm stopping caffiene consumption..... and... I get lots of phsyical activity, but.... maybe I need more....... I can't sleep.... at least I'm getting better at using that time to do things, instead of just staring at the ceiling and going fucking mad........ I'm so whiny, but fuck.

I tried taking an old anti-anxiety pill, but that didn't help me at all.... I'm not anxious really...... this no-sleep thing was funny last week, this week it's not.......i've got an exam on friday.....

I'd like to sleep for just a solid eight hours, not waking up once....

I'm also lonelier that I've been since I was a kid..........

somebody save me.........hah......

A guy tried to kill himself last night at work. I work nights in a hotel. He said he took seventy sleeping pills. The ambulance took him away and he was still walking.

Tonight, I think someone broke in to the barber shop attached to the hotel. I went searching through all these mysterious rooms alone. The lights were on, a TV was in. There was a big poster of Charlie Chaplin and a heart-shaped box of chocolate. It was weird. I didn't find anybody.

There are photocopied pictures of a naked man lying on a bed with an erection covering the downtown area. They have a phone number underneath them. I wonder if it's like a girlfriend getting back at a boyfriend? Had a nude picture, so decided to say he was a male-escort?

It's so snowy here. And got so cold, so fast. I wish I knew French.

I'm in a weird mood. I should be getting a dslr soon...