In a bad historic first, I crashed at an unknown time, in between six and maybe 8 in my school uniform.
A combination of a pill, illness and just plain fuck it I'm tiredry.
I'll go back to sleep, because I feel awfully uncomfortable being awake now like this.
And I managed to spill water all over my computer because naturally the first thing you should do when you groggily awake after losing consciousness for an unknown period of time is to pour water into a cup at waist level while your computer is under it.
It's fine, but my mouse isn't.
It peeves me immensely.
The mouse is probably what is sapping my need to use the computer (good) and will make me go back to sleep.
I better get my work done tomorrow.
This does not bode well for my health.
Urgh.
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Write me please - Thursday, August 16, 2012 @ 12:30 AM
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Write me please - Thursday, August 16, 2012 @ 12:30 AM
In a bad historic first, I crashed at an unknown time, in between six and maybe 8 in my school uniform.
A combination of a pill, illness and just plain fuck it I'm tiredry. I'll go back to sleep, because I feel awfully uncomfortable being awake now like this. And I managed to spill water all over my computer because naturally the first thing you should do when you groggily awake after losing consciousness for an unknown period of time is to pour water into a cup at waist level while your computer is under it. It's fine, but my mouse isn't. It peeves me immensely. The mouse is probably what is sapping my need to use the computer (good) and will make me go back to sleep. I better get my work done tomorrow. This does not bode well for my health. Urgh. |
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 Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world. This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst. My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me. And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre. I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn. *hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.
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