it's 3am and i have to be up tomorrow to study for a frightening midterm that matters to me (i'm enthralled by the professor's smarts) but...i'm so fucking giddy. i want to twirl and climb trees right now. in the pitch dark. with street light glare to guide me. and. i want to race around town, around craig street, in a torn dress and appear quite the bizarre harpy kid. i want to keep my ankles bare and fly out doorways. gargh. even with this sickness as lead heavy anchoring...i don't care, i want to dance, dance, dance...badly who cares? i just...ak. thinking of breaking in and taking EVERYTHING if just for a night (er, morning). my blood wants to do some pulsing. want to climb ladders to nowhere and fall down. dizzy-o.

mm...i should ask him, if he hasn't tired yet of my brain's ineptitude to keep in time that is, where in pittsburgh i might find an open-all night greasy coffee and greasy spoon and greasy breakfast and mouthy waitress place. a diner even.

gosh.