WHEEE

it is fucking four in the fucking morning

AND I AM STILL WORKING.

damn me and my procrastination.

but i'm nearly done.

only 50 words to go before I reach the minimum of 800.

max 1000

wish me luck.

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When I was four feet tall (48 inches) I also weighed 48 pounds. My mom said I was a square.

But it is, as they say, hip to be a square.

I got 3.5 hours of sleep last night, and nothing I say makes sense. It's very strange how incredibly much it affects you to not sleep enough. I can't think of things, I can't describe things, I get stuck on words, I forget quotations, and I get distracted in the middle of my sentences. I also can't stop moving-- if I do, I go to sleep.

I think I tend to observe my body and my mind like an experiment I'm performing these days.

At any rate, lab-time.