zzzzz!

i think i'll spare myself and everyone today. nothing much to write.
I attended class, simply because I wanted to, and I didn't have to. That complex that I have. Oh by the way I'm a pretty sick child. As a kid I used to love even numbers, and then I started to like odd numbers and then I just like very few numbers. So till the count for anything (and it could be anything under the sun) reaches that number, I have to continue doing it.

I am superstitious in an extremely funny way. I have the bolt complex, so if in the middle of the night I feel I may not have locked my door, I have to get up and go find out, even though I don't forget too often to close my door.
I have the written word complex. I love to write things down, so I dont forget them. I mean, I think human memory is not trusty enough, and so it's important to write things down, because there is an amount of permanence about the written word. Infact, I dont think I ever ever go back to my extensive notes, but I still keep writing like Forrest keeps running!
I also have this fetish to store things up. So if it is a late bill, which has long been paid and settled, i'll still keep it thinking i might need it sometime in the future. At home, I used to stack newspapers, heaps after heaps, without letting my mom get rid of them, thinking I would read them sometime later. I keep forwards and words-of-the-day in my mailbox forever (until Nerdy proposed to clean it) because I dont read them everywhere, and I might read and learn them once im older and perhaps more free. But I doubt if that also will happen, because I may not learn to let go even when I'm older and wiser :)
And ofcourse I am an extreme, and most acute case of 'somnia'. So I have to sleep very very badly. Good night

Later