Cradle in a grave

It is nearly 5am, I drunk 2 cups of long black, I am willed to be a zombie. Stupid periodontology seminar, it really can fuck up your exam preps.

Nevertheless, it is all done, and my initial intention of coming here to research on my seminar has precipitated to blogging. I spent a total of 6 hours on that bloody seminar. God, why, why?

I had the priviledge of seeing something that should be unseen last night. As a result, I had a mild asthma attack, and I counteracted with 1.5 cigarettes (yes, Gustav, I had another whole one after yours). Certainly mild entertainment. Today has officially been a drugged up body, my fingers smell of tar. Who am I?

I am dying for a resolution. Literally, dying. My eyes are so wide, everything's out of focus. Fingers shake, mind's racing. Hey, did you ever watch The Rules of Attraction? It's a strange film, it exacerbated my strangeness afterwards too.

There's too many things happening during this time. I need two brains.