The wrong side of the fucking bed
So I wake up this morning on the wrong side of the bed. Literally, I clonked myself on the bedside table. I now have a black eye. Whoop-de-fuckin'-doo. And Then I spot the realise the reason I'm awake at the Ungodly hour of 6AM. My neighbours on either side of me, are standing on theirs beds, flinging FIREBALLS at each other. Over my godsdamn bed. So here I am, at 6:30, sitting in the Cafateria, tapping away at this clunky piece of shit callin laptop. I would /kill/ for a cigarette right now. The next person who touches my without asking is EATING a Minor Ice Bolt.