Sleep-deprived.

I'm... not really sure where I'm heading to in life anymore.

I guess it's one of those days.
Wut? You just announced a few days ago that you were having the time of your life!

Well stow it people that was Christmas day with a belly full of turkey.

Err wait. I mean to say that's life. It's a bitch. We've all established that fact so many years ago and everyone overuses that phrase so often life itself doesn't really feel offended anymore.

Right. Where was I. I was so busy insulting life that I forgot the purpose for this post.

I'm suddenly aware of how sleepy I am.
BUT I CAN'T SLEEP.

Stress working at its best depriving me from one of the only greatest pleasures in life. You deserve to be called a bitch too. Why doesn't anyone say stress' a bitch. Why is it always life. What has life ever done to you but let you live! I say it's all stress fault. Down with stress! You bitch!

Ok. I've really forgotten the whole point for this post. I should take my leave now.