(A/N) I'm so tired. I wish that I could just lie down in a pitch-black room and dictate these entries. It's not that my mind is tired; it feels refreshed and enervated by my night's rest. It's my eyes that are upset that I wasn't in the dark for long enough. They get that way. One time they went on strike and kept chanting in eye language about how they wanted more sleep. For those of you who don't know, eye language is pain, pain in or behind the eyes, and they never ever whisper. Eye language sucks. I went to the doctor to get it checked out and he sided with the eyes, the traitor. I was reading what you're supposed to do in situations like this, but it seemed a little extreme. "And if thy right eye offends thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee…"
Disclaimer – I'm sorry, I'm just too tired to think up some creative way of saying that I don't own the Teen Titans. Leave me alone or I'll get a restraining order…stalker.
The Annotated Raven – October 9th
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1:15 a.m.
I just got back from the coffee house. It was a really good night. On poetry reading nights they stay open till everyone who wants to has read. I actually talked with someone while I was there. He was sitting at the table next to mine and after he read a satisfyingly dark bit of poetry he'd written I had to compliment him. Well, that got us talking to each other and he came over and sat with me.
We talked about his poetry and the books we'd both read. He asked a few questions about what it was like for me being a superhero, but not so many that it got old or annoying. I talked a bit about each of the Titans and I laughed a little when he called Beast Boy a brain donor. His name's Garrett, and he was about a half-foot taller than me. He had black hair (probably dyed), kind of a sunken in look to his cheeks and eyes that made him look like something out of a Tim Burton film, and he's real skinny too. He doesn't look like he's starving himself or anything like that, more like he's one of those people who just can't gain weight; like a lot of musicians look.
He asked me for my number and I had to turn him down since we're not allowed to give out the tower's number because of security protocols. Instead, he gave me his. I think I might call him tomorrow. I can do the whole pros and cons thing later, when I know more about him.
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(A/N) I really could use a strawberry Stewarts Soda right now. Red dye acts like caffeine for me, which is funny since caffeine makes me sleepy. I think I'm gonna head to Jack-in-the-Box and get a strawberry Fanta. That should help.