Zero

That's what's going on at the moment, obviously because it is only 10 AM. Naturally my biological clock gets up early; I'm an energetic person. I start to fade maybe at 1 or 2 AM, then getting silly and verbally sloppy... but oh, as you can imagine, these are the moments I talk the most.

Contemplating dying my hair to white blond; wanting to look like a pale freak amongst all the beautiful tanned people in the streets; baking their skin to the color of natural clay. I love it, silvery white blond. But I figure my usualy ginger brown is probably the better option. Last time the Casey album went platinum, I loved it for three seconds and cried for three months. I also noticed a significant increase in the number of greasy men who approached me in the streets. None of that, thanks.

Still obsessed with the lovely redhead with the ugly girlfriend. I want to make a scene and yell out "BUT WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME???!" but something tells me this would be a bad idea. Another Catherine Catastrophe.

"I'm and artist, the world of realities holds nothing for me..."
-Me, circa 2003

Can I just tell you that my room has become filthy and dusty beyond recognition?! Definately need to get someone to take care of this...

Oh, right, we haven't got hired help! Best to leave it then, I can dodge the piles of clothes everywhere; think of how it'll tone my thighs!