And the alien did decree: "we're back to that shit"
I'm not sure I've spent the last little while hammering at my 10- emails. I'm trying to establish contact with some old friends, but, you know -- it's hard to do that when I'm splayed out on the couch, irritable all day. Yeah; we're back to that shit. Jesus. Either it's the coffee, or I don't know. I'm practically crawling out of my skin, wanting to get shit done. I forsook coffee, why, again? I fucking need this stuff. Only issue is, I'm sweating up a storm. At least I'm not shaking. I love how it seems like I can't find myself a life outside of the computer. I try to get away, but always get sucked back in; I am damn lonely, needing contact on demand. Hoboy. |
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