12:30AM: intense urge to be on a couch, like one of those really ugly, brown, deep couches that have holes patched with duct tape and an afghan draping on it, that don’t look like they have origins in any specific time period…like the couch from ‘roseanne!’ yeah, exactly the ‘roseanne’ couch. making out with sam pink and one of his hands would be on my jawline. the couch. fuck yeah. canned water. drinking canned water. damn. being his female cat who he never got spayed and backing into a q-tip he held up to me. maybe a little vaseline on the tip of the q-tip. seems ‘risky’ putting this out there but fuck it.

12:38AM: a good alternative to the ‘house arrest ankle band’ would be that you have to accidentally over-hear someone saying ‘the wimbledon bounty.’ you would have to wear a similar device as the ankle band but you could leave your house. there would be a camera on the ankle device and it would be able to sense whenever you started thinking of ways to steer conversations towards ‘the wimbledon bounty.’ every time you’d do that the device would make your death row sentence five minutes earlier.

12:49AM: have probably chewed 40-55 ice cubes since 9PM. ate a tangerine and pringles ‘light’ dipped in baba ganoush.

1:49AM: dipped a pringle in baba ganoush and walked to mom’s room. she was watching ‘downton abbey.’ said ‘close your eyes’ to mom and fed it to her and she made noises of non-sexual pleasure.

2:04AM: last night a person offered me $100 for a printed, signed manuscript of this liveblog. around 30 minutes ago he upped the offer to $125. in his email he gave suggestions for easier-to-read layout colors and said he wanted me to eat and sleep more. he seems nice. including this because i’m pumped someone would offer me money for this and now he will be in the manuscript i send him.

3:06AM: sudden memory of ‘wash ‘n’ curl’ pink square shampoo bottle after swim practice at the YMCA.

4:05AM: sitting cross-legged on bed. listening to balam acab playlist. eyes keep unfocusing. reclined and ‘spanked’ crotch rapidly, like three measures of 32nd notes.

4:39AM: turned lights off and laid with computer on stomach. thought i saw man in blue shirt and khaki pants glide to center of room and vanish.

4:42AM: closed eyes for a moment, heard female commercial voice say ‘duracell advanced heat.’

4:48AM: saw gliding khaki man do the thing again. whispered ‘get the fuck out’ and turned on light next to bed. what is actually scary about a gliding khaki man. if i saw a man in khakis gliding by radio shack it would be good.

4:51AM: thought i heard man’s voice on phone (like how the other person sounds on the phone when you’re on the receiving end) say ‘horse.’ when i haven’t slept for a long time i sometimes hear voices and see things, curious if other people experience this.