Greetings, from hell!
I’m getting used to the suffering. One more week is what I keep telling myself, but it just doesn’t seem real. Maybe its the drugs, or the sick (I’m convinced I have a symbiotic combination of all the germs surrounding me in the bodies of my friends: Bronchitus, walking pneumonia, and possible mono) but nothing seems all that real these days. So now its all-night-in-the-library time, where the headachebright flourescent lights are ergonomically designed to keep you awake longer than you thought humanly possible. I need speed but all I got’s XTZ tea and tylenol for the pounding pressure in my brain. Save us jesus. My eyes keep going all fuzzy and nothing on this piece of shit computer works. Next week does not exist.