neuroticmess

Well, here I am, fresh from a spray paint fume/Rice-A-Roni high. On the threshold of the last week of yet another semester I feel I should be doing something, anything. I know there's got to be something that has to be done, something that I must sacrifice sleep to accomplish. I just don't know what. Perhaps some actual sleep is what I'm supposed to accomplish. I am twenty-five and lack of sleep is not as easy to manage as it was just a few years ago...maybe I just need more practice.
In mere days I'll be able to carve another notch in my collegiate headboard and I will be approximately three months to decompress, write, consume tasty vodka-based beverages, focus and find myself a lovely lady to spoil with my Jason-ness. Oh, and start a dream journal...

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