Why?

Mood: ...I don't have one.
iTunes: Talk To Me, Dance With Me - Hot Hot Heat

I don't have anything to say. All my creativity kind of goes out the door during the day. At night, though, in my room, the writing is insane. I can write and write for hours, although generally it doesn't make sense to anyone but me. I wouldn't call my notebook a journal, because journals are things you'll be able to read when you're 80 and know exactly what was going on. I have a journal like that, but I haven't written in it since...the end of September, roughly.

I don't know why, I'm not lazy when it comes to writing things like that.

I really want a taco. Preferably from Taco Bell, but I would accept submissions from Taco Del Mar, as well as an Expresso Burrito (chicken) from Casa Tequila.

It has to have sour cream as well as tomatoes, whatever I end up eating.

I'm in a hungry mood, I have decided. And also kind of bored and lonely and annoyed and happy and relieved and confused and hyper and tired and...

-megan.