i must say this,

it's six something in the morning, and i'm typing on my fucking blog.
a little annoyed that I can't sleep.
after long conversations with the future, half coughing the lungs up,
eyes are bloodshot and partially shut, I should be entitled to some sleep.
and i have to get ready for work around 10.
i don't know how i'm going to do it.
I'm tired, but not sleepy.
I don't know what to do with myself.