Momentum makes my head ponderous and heavy.

I'm in a really fucking shitty mood right now. I'm tired, I'm cranky, and the fucking camera I got yesterday won't connect with my computer. Well, it's more complicated than that; to see it work you'd think Canon's software wasn't running and that I had no photos on the camera to download. Fucking piece of shit. Well, the camera's cool, but I don't want to have to buy a fucking card reader for it. It's just making me cranky. I want to fucking cry.

I'm really, really tired. I need to sleep, and sleep. Today, I felt alright during the day, due to my diphenhydramine-induced coma last night. I think I shall repeat it tonight.

Laura sent me a bunch of text messages during my 8am lecture this morning. It put a smile on my face. We traded Rainer Maria lyrics once, and then I had "Planetary" in my head all day. It's funny; sometimes I get the feeling like she's too busy for me, and then she sends me a bunch of messages and calls me "sweetie" and tells me I must be a good dentist because I'm "gentle, personable, soft-spoken and cute." It's the cute that gets me. Right in the chest. But then I asked her this afternoon if she was still free tomorrow - as I'd asked Tuesday if she wanted to get together - and she said she wasn't sure.

I'm probably fucking myself in the head over this one. There's a whole treatise I could write on how past relationship patterns were out the window since the moment I met her, but I'm too goddamn tired. I guess my emotions would be much less labile, as well. Aaahhh, I'm sure I'd feel better if I were more well-rested. That's step one.