Insomnia sucks...

and carrots, too.

i hate them both.

they're so not good for my health.

and they're gonna be the death of me.

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i think.

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darn.

i freakin' have a seven-thirty class tomorrow.

shit.

make that later.

arrgghh.

the hell's wrong with me??

i wanna go to bed already.

double darn.

i'm already in bed.

azhool.

wtf am i mumbling about?

i think my brain's already asleep.

tch.

oh, wait.

i don't have a lit class later.

just the consultation.

riiiiiiiiiight.

wth am i supposed to tell my teacher...?

"uhh... i do think elizabethan women are... you know... push-overs... coz men bullied them back then and they seem to be enjoying it."

yeah, right.

i am so not aiming for an F.

-sigh-

i wanna cut my classes.

ES sucks.

well, not really.

it just...

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sucks (for the lack of a better word).

i'm gonna sit at the back of the classroom later, hide behind those tall guys, and sleep my way through class.

or is it better if i remain in my seat in front and sleep my way through class...?

ah hell, who cares?

either way, i'd still get my well-deserved sleep.

hah!

darn.

i almost forgot about the workshop.

tch.

i just hope i don't fall asleep while drilling the aluminum shit, i mean, sheet.

unless i want to drill my hands instead.

gulp.

no thanks.

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ahh, fawk.

i've been rambling again.

geez.

to hell with this.

insomnia sucks.

and carrots, too.