1st Idea: Lack of Sleep is a Righteous Bitch
So apparently I can't plan in my sleep, as attested by me having slept ten minutes out of the last forty-eight hours.
I have energy drinks and coffee, but honestly, I think I've ingested enough caffeine to blow up an elephant's heart and the fact that I continue to live is either a testament to my willpower and fortitude, or a cosmic sign that I have attracted the ire of at least three or four spiteful deities out there.
So none of my plans are really anything I could properly use (at my worst last night, I think I came up with an assassination plan involving six ice cubes, a lawn dart, Bakura's hair and a golf ball), but I'm still trying. This guy's making me damn nervous, so it's not all legal amphetamines making my hands shake.
Hell, I need a drink and a lay-down.
I have energy drinks and coffee, but honestly, I think I've ingested enough caffeine to blow up an elephant's heart and the fact that I continue to live is either a testament to my willpower and fortitude, or a cosmic sign that I have attracted the ire of at least three or four spiteful deities out there.
So none of my plans are really anything I could properly use (at my worst last night, I think I came up with an assassination plan involving six ice cubes, a lawn dart, Bakura's hair and a golf ball), but I'm still trying. This guy's making me damn nervous, so it's not all legal amphetamines making my hands shake.
Hell, I need a drink and a lay-down.