whosiwhatnow?

Lord in meeping heaven, I'm tired.

Yeah, this whole working days like a real adult thing? Ain't cutting it. I hope to shit I work some evenings next week.

Hm. I have dandruff.

I also might have a date this weekend, it seems. Is the world ending? Perhaps.

Why don't they make an Instant Grown-up Pill? I'm that much of a bum, yes.

I used to be able to write. And, y'know, make sense. I give up. I'm going to go watch Gravitation.