another thursday and again my brain is working at half capacity, mainly cause of the stinkin' six hours of sleep. nothing to some maybe, but i don't care. poop on them. it's very much like that feeling you get right before you fall asleep, where it gets very hard to follow one thought with another, so i figure it's some kind of beneficial self-sabotage trying to trick you into dozing, so you don't eventually die at thirty of a heart attack, like that guy in the essay in english today, bleh. well, that stinks, so i wish i was a dolphin and i could put half my brain to sleep while i run around functioning. um. i didn't mean to attack anybody. that was me not functioning. ca ne marche pas. stink! french! poop!
~G2~