Jesse Ross | jesseross.com

Man, forget the future. My real live and my fictional lives are converging at an ever increasing rate. I already have problems separating dreams from reality, and now I’m verging on the possibility of having to get into conversations with myself. That’s just… weird.

I think the universe may be conspiring against me in order to drive me schizophrenic.

I also learned today that people think I’m worth bookmarking. Damn, that might be more pressure than I can take.

I learned I need two houses. Or at least two beds. I think that springs from when I was really little and used to spend so much time at my grandparents’ house. I probably spent at least a day there a week. Because of that, I always have this need to sleep somewhere different. I get bored of my own bed, and tend to want to fall asleep on the couch or in a chair or somewhere just different. I hardly ever do, but I always want to.