This cough from a bad head cold I had about three weeks ago is pissing me off and giving me headaches, on top of that my college work load just doubled today when I remembered I need to write a 5 page paper, and my anime club ran a movie tonight so I'm gonna be tired as all hell tomorrow trying to get even 1/10th of my shit done.
stressed... sort of pissed about all the crap that is going on. Somebody took our fucking spot where we were going to open our comic book shop. The pricks.
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The Hall is caked with the rusted metal and never stops raining. The industrial fans still turn, but with no significant power source. Their shadows eerily cut the silence as does the loud screeching of The Great Knife. My torch is my guide, and I have a sense that there will never be a home for me to return to. I don't know if this is a nightmare or just another reality. I could possibly be a madman, or am I looking into what Hell's face truly looks like?
Six days of coding... three days of dealing with the storms that hit the US... two days of no sleep... seventeen cups of coffee in the past 24 hours just because of no sleep... um...
I dunno, tired, but high on caffeine, might be a way of stating how i'm feeling... can't really tell, because of the coffee...
This post has been edited by The Evil Phoenix: Nov 1 2012, 18:36