lay awake
i don't give a shit
if I even ever wake up in the morning
down below
there's a pile of sin
always waiting for a
waiting for a warning

what day is it? it feels like sunday, yet its friday. ohh right weeding reakend. hmmm damn dyslexia. anywho. so i've been working my ass off as of late. and i am ALMOST done with the assignment. JUST this ONE tiny bit that isn't QUITE working. but soon. it's not really due until monday morning at 6am. i.e. i will hand it in sunday night. no way in hell i am getting up at 6am or anytime before. and it's like a 3 second fix to my problem. i await a reply from the prof.

"but everything he lacks he makes up in denial"

i haven't left my apartment since wednesday morning. and it's friday afternoon. wow. i've been jamming ... alone, blarring my music, watching hockey and other various thingys on TV, eating food, drinking beer, and MOST importantly i've been doing crazy work. which is good because this coming week i have 3 assignments, 2 midterms, and a quiz. so more studying for the weekend. w00t.

"but in his own mind he's the ... he's tha dopest shit"

anyways, hockey and beer is calling my name. need to relax after another HARD day of work. and with that, i leave you with this:

"what the hell is going on? the cruellest dream ... reality"