Sleep Deprivation Brings You..........

I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing with anything right now.

I can't. I can't even. I can no longer even, I have lost my ability to even.

I knew that staying up all night was a bad idea, but Supernatural, right? Anyway, I'm all caught up now. Purgatory? Really? Writers, you are fucking with tiny hippo.
And of course,

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Oh, and the original comic for that is here, in case no one speaks internet like I do.

Although, almost everyone ever is familiar with tiny hippo. Which is why I refer to myself and occasionally my feels as tiny hippo. Because tiny ravens who fuck with my tiny hippo heart get shanked. Simple.

I'm off track.

Point being, my "meat suit" I suppose definitely didn't have the juice for this expedition, and it currently feels like every cell in my body is dying. I don't mean Lassie dying, I mean billion year old star imploding into a black hole kinda dying. I'm allergic to caffeine and I'm currently loaded on it so that might be a factor (not deadly allergic, mostly just unpleasantness). And also my sleep schedule has been effed for years; occasionally I go all off the rails like this.

It feels like some form of nauseating regeneration.

Sucks.

My brain is whirring around so weirdly right now I might as well be possessed, I nearly threw a brick through the tv screen cause some woman on it wouldn't shut up about pleather.

Daft old bitch.

She fucking with tiny hippo, man.

You know what happens when people fuck with tiny hippo.

I can't even type right now.

PRO: mother bought me lime gelato tea from david's, which is glorious.

Whatever hoodoo magic this "david" is working on this drink, I salute him. I once had carrot cake pu'erh tea. CARROT CAKE. And it tasted genuine! Just like this tastes like genuine lime gelato. I'm Italian, I KNOW.

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Oh speaking of Italy, tomorrow I'm going to Rome.

Kinda failed to mention that bit when I was ceaselessly whining like a lil bitch about god knows what.

Yup. Rome with Sam and Rach (university cousins).

For seven days. Exciting! Hopefully I'll be able to score something or other to knock me out for the flight.
Actually, no, why even try? NOTHING WORKS. I can't sleep sitting up or lying down or upside down or EVER (exaggerating).

Brb, gonna go attempt to not die on my way to the bathroom. Fun timez.

Back! Good news, didn't vomit or die. I was kinda expecting that to be the last time I ever walked the earth, but eh. I'm paranoid.

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This human body is deteriorating, man. We are a SHITTY species.