*Crickets*

Regardless of the fact that it took me exactly 74 minutes to muster up enough oomph to get out of bed, it felt good to sleep after two days, on the clock, sleepless. God it felt good. This is dope. I’ve been sleeping for 10 hours. 10 HOURS PEOPLE! I demand a standing ovation! That’s double my usual sleeping hour quota on a good day.

By the power vested in my by the rush of coffee in my veins and molten gebna roomy in my mouth, today is gonna be a good day. There are always two ways to look at stuff you know, Imma put on one of em funky 70’s glasses and make sure I see everything the right side up today. Or not, whatever makes it look better.

I dreamt that I got shot. – Dreaming is good.

I slept for too long and now I don’t have enough time to study for both of my finals and am gonna have to wing one. I haven’t slept that well since the 4th of Jan. – Sleeping is good.

I snapped at people for no reason at all and made an ass out of myself because I was pissed. And it felt good. – Catharsis is good.

I had a fight with a friend. I spent 7 minutes making her feel like shit. It was the right thing to do. – Shutting people up when it’s due is good.

I’m hungry and there’s nothing in the fridge. – Molten gebna roomy smells awesome.

I lashed out at 5 people yesterday. Most of them are now giving me the silent treatment and those who aren’t called to settle the debts. I’m actually enjoying it. People should shut up more often. – Silence is good.

I’m not gonna write the other stuff. Shoo.