My sleep schedule is so screwed up. I don't remember how it started. One night (Thursday?) I was just up until daybreak for some reason.

I got home at 6am yesterday.

I slept until 3. On and off. The littlest bit of sunlight in my room keeps me from sleeping, and the curtains might as well be transparent.

I spent over 4 hours in a van with my friend's band yesterday.

I went to a party and played with a kitten while slutty girls cornered slutty guys. I warded most of them off with my fro.

We played with a kitten.

I want a cat.

It will satisfy my need for human contact and affection without all the messy socializing and conversation.

Everything's sort of surreal. I'm awake when I'm not supposed to be.

Sleep deprivation helps depression sometimes.

My mind is remarkably clear.