good morning

it might be lack of sleep but my head's still not quite where it should be (bed at 4 and rise at 6:30 will do that to you. i'm running on pop tarts) but i just wanna stay here a little longer. it's obviously not home but there's a dog, and food, and i'm not staring at the same four walls endlessly. i think i'm starting to realize why people go to cat cafe's; unfamiliar animals and food are stress kyrptonite, a guaranteed serotonin combo for people running on empty.

unfortunately though, i'll have to crawl back to my poster-covered cave sooner than later. not only do i have things i need to do but also quite literally this isn't my house. over-staying my welcome feels weird, feels bad. though, my sister's dog definitely seems happy about me staying. he's been crawling all over me -- and it's welcome, honestly. it's nice to feel loved even if it's just as a warm body. (oof. calm down pete wentz.)

anyway, i'm still staying for a little bit longer -- half because i feel as bad leaving him alone as i do over-staying my purpose, and half because i'm avoiding work due to the thought of it making me feel like my insides have been clawed out, actively.

i'm gonna watch shitty tv while i've got the access and go make myself half-way presentable.

deep breaths, etc.

-patch