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rocknloadJesus Christ, I'm pissed off. It's Sunday fucking morning and I've barely slept since Thursday fucking night. The few—very few—shots I've had at more than a couple interrupted hours of unconsciousness at one go, someone just has to go and wake me up. I know they don't know any better, but come the fuck on, people.
I didn't even get on the Internet last night, so that I could sleep. And it worked, too, I passed out around ten, I think, maybe eleven? A normal sleeping time! And then my dad woke me up at midnight and now it's eight hours later and I could seriously fucking cry because I am still awake.
I didn't even get on the Internet last night, so that I could sleep. And it worked, too, I passed out around ten, I think, maybe eleven? A normal sleeping time! And then my dad woke me up at midnight and now it's eight hours later and I could seriously fucking cry because I am still awake.
