Piss off, candyman.

That's the overriding theme of today, a day that started off surprisingly easily and only went downhill from there. As previously mentioned, sleep was something I did not find myself getting much of last night, and now my brain is riding one of those floaty clouds while I'm trying to concentrate on stuff.

One very irritating feeling. Yawn, eyes water, head lowers on desk. Eyes close, just for a few seconds, and then you snap back up again and realize you were doing something and that if you go to bed now, it will only mean disaster. And I don't want disaster.

I'm not particularly thrilled about anything right now, particularly being alive. Actually, were it not so early, I would throw in the towel and crawl into bed. But then I'd end up probably waking up at five in the morning or something and REALLY throwing myself out of whack.

I tried to read webcomics today, but my eyes hurt. That's weak. I suppose I burned my retinas playing Azure Dreams (Hey, I had to try to do something, yanno.) Current plans for the rest of the night consist of me...sitting at this computer, but not looking at it.

Where's the sense in that? My point exactly.

Piss off, candyman.

~Don