...and in my sleepless stupor i am lucky to not have burnt down the apartment by now, but as the night is young, let us hope this luck lasts.
I have nothing of consequence to relay to you today, seeing as how my brain feels all jelloid and i fear that i am bug-eyed and playing the hokie pokie with the blurry lines of sanity and pure madness, redbull in hand. ...
dear future irene,
all nighters are not fun, why are you always in the midst of them!? kindly get your act together (you've had 4.5 years to do so) and study when you are supposed to.
aware that this will never happen,
panic-stricken irene
apologies world, but i release upon you a sleep deprived irene. the delirium is strong with this one.
and with that i shotgun the last of my bulls that are red.-huh?- cheers, governor
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