What?
Five hours per night is not enough sleep. I feel like I was ran over by a stem-roller. Or a steam roller. I have problems. In brighter news, the moon isn't going to crash into the earth until next week. Until then, live long and prosper. And eat your fucking peas. And call a bitch. And I think that's enough "and"s. Wait, one more. And don't waste time playing video games or tlaking to people who don't really matter or updating a retarded journal that no one really reads whne you shoul be do more important things like sleeping, or homewrodk. I'm out.