I've got nothing to do
All of my neurons are functioning smoothly
yet still, i'm a cyborg just like you.
Goyle is trying to steal my cereal.
I'm having a hard time staying asleep. Yesterday, I woke up at two. Today, my body kept trying to wake up at noon. At the river, i was up all ass-early in the morning. Maybe my body wants me to be a day person now.
Fuck that.
Hey, looks like they elected another old white man to be pope. Big surprise there. I'm still waiting for Pope Adrian the 37th.
I'm uncontrollably itchy from my peeling skin. Which is quite fun to peel. Looks like the worst of the burn will be over with by this weekend, which is good. But this itching ... no fun. I want some of that oatmeal bath stuff that feels so good, but i haven't had time to go to the store. blah. This skin ... it's coming off in sheets. Hours of entertainment.
