Hour 3 of attempting sleep. Silly thought patterns and coughing have effectively burdened this endeavor up to this point, leaving our protagonist in a confused state. Is what he fights for worth the struggle? It's always close at hand, but is it dedcepively elusive simply to haunt, or does it truly bare significant? We must discover...we must push forth. Onward kittens, scratch the inner kneecap away, head for beneath the eyelid...reveal my destiny fluffy cute mongers.
Lawl. I passed out almost immediately after laying down. It was teh vodka. I always get so sleepy after vodka.
Lawl. I passed out almost immediately after laying down. It was teh vodka. I always get so sleepy after vodka.