my final exam is two weeks away, and my crack-heading has hit def con 1.
or 4.
whichever one is the worse one.
these are my symptoms:
1- i haven’t seen my housemates (beyond like literally seeing them as i glide past them along the hallway wall like Renton from trainspotting when he’s doing legally obligated cold turkey) in about a month.
2- eating cereal from the box with my hands has bypassed a delicious snack and begun to constitute 2/3 of my meals.
3- Having to take off my pajamas / wash / leave my cave of evil for any reason less important than a raging inferno about to kill us all disgruntles me
4- i have elected to start re-watching Secret Diary of a Call Girl in its entirety.
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5- 'Exercise' is that thing where all the coffee is gone, and I am forced to traverse the foreboding landscape of the stairs and go to the kitchen.
That patch of carpet will pretty much probably be gone soon.
6- earlier i made out with a postage stamp what could only be described as an unnecessarily lusty manner.
such is my starvation of ‘human contact’
(known to others as after-dark lovin’. but not me. because i am an emotionless cyborg).
13 fucking days.
