the demon in my room.

i am firmly convinced of a malevolent supernatural presence in my old bedroom. a demon, to be sure, and one which we will name baleldil. he (or she, accordingly) has taken to keeping me up until all hours of the morning, while at the same time making me both very hungry and also too lazy to trudge to the house to find something to eat. bastard.

so, this is good. it's almost three in the morning, i feel all at once capable of never sleeping again, fainting for want of food and ridiculous for one, creating a blog (though i'd quietly planned on doing so) and two, creating demons to write about and name in said blog. it makes me want for a nightcap.

"wine is sunlight held together by water"

-galileo galilei