still awake

still awake, still awake. why am i doing this? i've resisted so long.

just because G and C did it? because i got hooked on J's? hunh. an idle imagination and a quiet apartment. talking to myself was getting old. writing alone is better than drinking alone. do i really want to share the minutiae in my head that badly?

apparently. here's to blogging, and a new varietal of addiction.