The One About What Sleep Deprivation Does to You

[I couldn't (read: didn't want to, and drank a can of Coke to make sure I wouldn't) fall asleep this morning, so I decided to blog. My parents like to kick up a stink about my vampire ambitions, so I closed my laptop in case they walked in. Feeling the urge to blog, I brain-released onto my phone sometime between 6:40AM and 7:15AM. Note to self: GOOD JOB, JACKASS. YOUR SLEEPING PATTERNS ARE NOW FIZZUCKED.]

Awake at 6:40AM. Still haven't slept. Thoughts?

• Time to be deceptive and pretend I've been asleep this whole time.
• Wow, my room's a mess.
• I'm takin' over Earth and still kickin' that Psych of Language Report's anus. Slowly, sure. But dangit, progress is definitely being made.
• Ask not what procrastination can do for you, ask what you can do for procrastination!
• Sanity erodes when you're deprived of sleep and running on a can of Coke as your sole source of fuel. Mind begins to play tricks on you. Schizophrenic conversations become commonplace.
• Descent into insanity has begun. Note: pack light, bring extra sandwiches.
• BELIEVE WHAT YOU READ.
• I wonder if she's awake? I feel like talking to her, for some odd reason.
• I really wanna work on my report, right this very second. Wow. There's something I never thought I'd say.
• 7:10AM. Parents still yet to check my room. Yet to leave for work. Dangnammit! Status: getting very antsy. Paranoia creeping in.
• Mentally adding to report. Seems okay. Beach feels like viable option at this point in time. Then again, so does harakari.
• Brain shutting down. Eyebags getting more obese. Dare I sleep now?

Over and out.

- marty..

END COMMUNICATION.