this morning i woke up at 4:26am. now it is 7:04am and i feel like reading the sad part of 'peter pan' (about how he can't get back inside the window), but i don't have the book at my apartment. so i guess i will just try to remember it instead.

footnotes: the cat is meowing. i am supposed to interview a band this afternoon; it will be the fourth one this week. (i am getting tired of asking people questions about inconsequential things.)