Jon Furniss

(Not edited at all from it’s 8am sleepiness)

I am drifting… in and out, in and out, as if my conciousness was the ocean at low tide, quietly lapping at the sand. The seagulls lazily glide around in the sunrise, gently soaring through the sunrise, seemingly mocking me and my lack of sleep. In the background of my mind, or perhaps the foreground and I’m just in the background, my math professor rambles all old-man-like, because he is an old man.

Yawn…

In real life right now, everything is blurry. Blurry rhymes with furry. I like bunnies. I think I skipped a step in that string of word associations. Funnies are blurry… That’s it, or something.

I want to be famous, like a rockstar or actor or politician. And then I want to screw up and not apologize to the world or my fans. I’ll punch paparazzi only if they deserve it. But so help me God, when they deserve it they’re going to get it.

Trying not to fall asleep… How do they expect us not to sleep through this stuff? I mean honestly, I know that I’m lazy and often too tired, but professors should be more exciting or stimulating or whatever.

Right now I’m only thinking with three brain cells, so it’s all good…

Goodnight…