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Whoa. Am all buzzy. Fuzzy. Something.

Stayed in bed all day y'day and, um, spent a little time with Bitch and Laa, and have been sitting reading DSfic and listening to the same five songs on repeat for the last six hours at least. And just had a cigarette, not that I smoke properly, not really, just hold the smoke in my mouth, but that and the sleep dep and probably dehydrated as well, who the hell knows...

ummmmmmmmmmm. uzzy. muzzy! that works too.

should sleep. should work. really really really should work, as classes start back... Monday? and I have all this shit to get through before then, but it's not like I can work in this state (and no, I didn't deliberately get in this state so I wouldn't be able to work, no, I wouldn't do a thing like that at all!) so. bed it is.

It's the part where you go to sleep that gets me, you see. Once I'm out, I'm out, and waking up is bad, and I don't mind dozing for hours on end after that, but the part where you lie there and your brain just won't stop fucking talking at you and all you want is the oblivion and. yeaaah. thatt.

I love these lines, which just played:
If hell is in the details,
Babe, I'm a microscope.
I know I'll live to see you swinging
Given enough rope