i’m going to kill someone. i hate feeling this way. fucking supersonic hearing, driving me insane. i CANNOT possibly sleep another night in my bed. i need to recover. so i’m going to sleep in the spare bedroom tonight. i just can’t sleep in my bed anymore. so much pain. all i want right now is someone to jam their knee inbetween my shoulder blades and then pull my shoulders back. that’d feel so nice.

no i lie. all i really want is for whoever is continuously scraping a shovel against cement to stop before i go on a murderous rage. i am not kidding. i’m on the verge of screaming. it is one of the most hideous noises i’ve ever heard, and it’s driving me insane. i can’t deal with this sensory overload. omg. i’m freaking out.

i don’t have anything to say really.

trent’s studio all borded up for the hurricane.

i decided to start sleeping in the spare bedroom. i hurt too much for my bed, so i’m going to try that bed for a while. it’s usually cooler in that room too. once i recover and my back isn’t killing me i’ll move back to my bed. maybe i’ll actually sleep in that room…since i haven’t been sleeping in mine. the past 3 days didn’t really sleep much, blah.

it’s supposed to rain every day all weekend. guess i’ll be spending lots of time inside.