i do think i need more friends. especially those that stay nearby... people who would be game enough to meet up nearby for impromptu coffee, supper or even just to talk the night away. it's probably a knee-jerk reaction due the the fact that last night was spent lazing on the bed (boredom mostly), and eventually falling asleep at 9pm till next morn. i just hate the feeling of not having things to do when i want to.
either way, sleeping so much actually made me crazy enough to wake up at 630am and go for a run. which is a good thing. josh says it's useless to run at night cause you raise your metabolism before sleeping... so that's effectively wasting it. hopefully this does me more good eh?
another cause for worry of late is well... dad. you would think that at 24... you'd be old enough to decide when to fall asleep. normal dads would probably just knock on the door, tell you not to sleep too late... then go to bed. don't know why my dad has to barge in and have that pissed look on his face and then snap at me to go sleep. fucking hell. i fucking need to move out of the house man.
don't know if i'm supposed to live life this way.
