四十二 // Sweet Dreams are Made of These

[pretecorrotto]

[There are a few things scribbled out before the writing smooths out.]

I give up. I can't work like this, I can't function. My only damn option is writing in this fucking thing.

Just let me go the fuck to sleep already.

[Hai I'm baaack!]

Comments

[drivetothewest]

It seems to be a rather unfortunate problem right now.

[pretecorrotto]

'Unfortunate' is putting it mildly.

[drivetothewest]

Hopefully it will pass, soon. I would like to keep a normal sleeping pattern.

[pretecorrotto]

Normal is too much to wish for, here.

[drivetothewest]

Ah, perhaps. Not too annoying, then.