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Hurry hurry hurry, before I go insane.

One hour of sleep vs. 12 hours of work does not bode well for my continued sanity. I've only been here for 2 1/2 hours, and already I'm waiting to clock out. Not that that is different from any other day, it's just that I can feel my brain digesting itself already. Soon, I will have no facilities left. I will be drooling and peeing myself with reckless abandon. I need drugs. Many drugs. Give me some coke, some meth, a little bit of speed, crack, washed caffeine, pcp.. Or go the other route. Some ether, and wash down some lipstick-red seconals, valium, percoset, weed, ketamine, ghb, ecstacy, morphine, any opiate dirivitive, and some booze. The days will fly by. I guess it's just nicotine and caffiene for now, but a bender sounds appealing as all hell. plow my way from one end of the bar to the other, until my liver quits and dies, then destroy my already damaged body and brain with every drug known to man. Not that I'm feeling self destructive, I'm just at the wonderful sleep-deprived state of mind where being totally ******** up sounds like a good vacation.

The danger of physical and mental collapse is very real right now. Yawning and folded into this IBM chair, I feel like drifting off.

I blame fubenkunai. Spent all night talking to her.. again. I always enjoy the conversation, but I always regret it the next day at work because I'm so dead. Not to mention that she always leaves me with questions.. questions, questions. I always feel like I itch in that one spot you just can't reach, and you only realize you itch when everyone else has left. Itch with questions. Questions I will forget until we talk again, and then I remember them when she's left. ninja Or when I read her journal(s). ninja

I love, and hate journalstalking. It's entertaining, especially from a narcissitic point of view. Finding refrences to yourself is always fun. I just need to stop reading other people's journals. I always end up feeling depressed afterwards for some reason. Not that my friends all have bad lives, or suck at blogging.. I just feel a little worse for the wear after reading Dunno exactly why.

Dear christ I am tired.

So tired.

Must not fall asleep.
Must not fall asleep.

Must keep face clean of keyboard prints.

Gayboi photo coming next journal update or thereabouts, just need to pull it off the ftp and up it to my pix host. I'm too tired to do this right now.

Must not sleeeee........ zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz