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Lordy lordy, I'm beat. For those of you few f-listers who haven't dropped dead of mysterious diseases or fled the country, this may be my last post. I might just fall down dead in the next 30 seconds...
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Alright, so I'm not dead. But man, I wish I was. Right now I feel like a piece of gum. Chewed up, half-swallowed, spit-out, stepped on, and streatched to snapping point. I still haven't been able to sleep. Now, I mean actual sleep. Not this half-here, not-here dreaming fucked up dreams kind of sleep. Jesus. I even downed a half a bottle of Nyquil last night so that I might get some sleep. To no avail. I was still awake at 6:00 this morning. Granted, I didn't get home till 3:00 from work, but still. What's really bad now is that since I've had so little sleep but so many dreams, everything is starting to blend together - dream and not dream. Like, I can't remember if something that happened yesterday really happened or if I only dreamed it happened. This irks me to the nth degree. Not to mention I look like crap. Someone told me yesterday I looked like someone beat the crap out me and then stuck me in a cage and poked me with sticks and then gave me the flu and then got me good and drunk and set me up for the hangover of a lifetime. All in one breath. And I don't feel that far off from it. You know that feeling where you feel like someone has just beat you to near death with a golf-club? Right there, baby.
All I can say is - this shit has got to stop. I have two weeks until school starts and I need to a)be well rested and b)look nice and c)not look/feel like a strung-out crack whore.
Too many things going on right now. P** has gone to a new level of awkwardness. Too many things to do. Not enough time. Not enough sleep. Too much work. Oi, what I wouldn't give to be able to have a drunken slumber...
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Alright, so I'm not dead. But man, I wish I was. Right now I feel like a piece of gum. Chewed up, half-swallowed, spit-out, stepped on, and streatched to snapping point. I still haven't been able to sleep. Now, I mean actual sleep. Not this half-here, not-here dreaming fucked up dreams kind of sleep. Jesus. I even downed a half a bottle of Nyquil last night so that I might get some sleep. To no avail. I was still awake at 6:00 this morning. Granted, I didn't get home till 3:00 from work, but still. What's really bad now is that since I've had so little sleep but so many dreams, everything is starting to blend together - dream and not dream. Like, I can't remember if something that happened yesterday really happened or if I only dreamed it happened. This irks me to the nth degree. Not to mention I look like crap. Someone told me yesterday I looked like someone beat the crap out me and then stuck me in a cage and poked me with sticks and then gave me the flu and then got me good and drunk and set me up for the hangover of a lifetime. All in one breath. And I don't feel that far off from it. You know that feeling where you feel like someone has just beat you to near death with a golf-club? Right there, baby.
All I can say is - this shit has got to stop. I have two weeks until school starts and I need to a)be well rested and b)look nice and c)not look/feel like a strung-out crack whore.
Too many things going on right now. P** has gone to a new level of awkwardness. Too many things to do. Not enough time. Not enough sleep. Too much work. Oi, what I wouldn't give to be able to have a drunken slumber...
