i've got a headache, and my stomach hurts, and i feel like i should throw up.

i can't think of anything that brought this on besides classic american insomnia.

a few things on my mind. but i'm not going to talk about them because iiiiiiii.....i just need to stop talking to people. i get myself in trouble too often.

tonight i watched the movie what about bob? for the first time. i kept thinking about when jason schwartzman was out promoting rushmore he did an interview with conan talking about working with bill murray. jason said he was completely awestruck when meeting one of his idols, thinking, "ohmygod, it's a ghostbuster!" then, conan laughed and chimed in with something like, "oh come on, he's more than a ghostbuster!" to which jason replied, "yeah, you're right, he's bob, too." ah, the schwartzman wit.

one day last week i checked my mail only to find a half eaten sub sandwich wrapped up inside my mailbox. upon inspection, i discovered that it was bug-infested and threw it to the ground. gross, right? these fucking kids and their pranks! ugh. well, the next day, i received a friendster message from this dude i've been kind of talking to. it said, "so i see you didn't like the sandwich." whoa, creepy! i've never met this guy, and he knows where i live?! not only that, but he's leaving random shit with my mail? but you know, i'm not entirely creeped out. it's kind of fun talking to this guy. kind of a mystery. he left me a mix cd in the mailbox today. and strangely enough, i love it.

coincidentally, his name is ben. damn you all.