the internet crashed earlier. my whole life crashed earlier. i am tired from twelve hours of sleep. nobody needs twelve hours of sleep. nobody. ever. forever. i'm so tired. i was just thinking about that day when i went to buy cigarettes for my mom, and there was a black man, of thirty years or so, hanging out in the store. he asked me "how many hours does a man need to sleep each night?" and i said "i'm not sure, five or six." to which he said, "six? no. two. and then spend the rest of the day hard at work. that's the good life!" i shrugged. he then asked, "how much for a black man?" "i don't think i'm fit to answer that question," I said. he laughed. the clerk interjected "well, how much for a black man?" the black man responded, "i don't know, you'd have to ask one."

twelve hours is too much.

i keep thinking about maine. i want to be in maine. i miss maine. i miss montreal. i miss steph. it was nice when she was here. it always is. well, almost always (fuck you, et.) hugues sent me a funny text during the osama rally, "queen latifah?" i laughed. i love him. i miss him. i need to go back to montreal. soon.