okay, here goes the crazeh train.

Lately, I’ve been doing a LOT of thinking. and believe me, thinking for me is like snails haaving sex to sped up disco music. It’s disturbing at first, and then you realize what the fuck is actually happening and get over it. Well, for a while I’ve been in and out of of it with these weird as fuck hours of mine. I’m trying to get better, but stay with me here. I stay up during the time when everyone else in the house is asleep.

NIGHT OWL MAN! NOW WITH KUNG FU GRIP AND SLIGHT BEER BELLY!

Yeah, I thought so too.

Anyways, these dreams are super freakeh, like the stuff YOU usually have, only except really fucking weird. And coming from me, it IS REALLY FUCKING WEIRD. I’m too lazy to list off any examples, but… it’s fun.

Next topic! Yay! I sometimes get the feelings that my body is trying to kill me in my sleep. Shit happens right? Like this afternoon I woke up with my hand near my throat, and I found myself strangely depressed, which isn’t that usual considering the crash rate when the effects of the coffee wear off on me, leaving my normally happy demeanor ripped apart and whats leftover is a slightly down and out personality with a little hint of boredom to it. Weird right? Of course it is.

Now the thing I really try to avoid is taking two gulps of coffee after my first time around. The first time is awesome, the second time the effects wear off faster. Also,  LOOK AT ME IMMA BIRD! FLIBBITY FLAP! Sorry, had to get the exclemation points in there somewhere so this thing didn’t start reading like some emo kids journal. 

Right, the maps I’ve been making. Need to get some screen shots up and running you know?

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