"Wake me before 7:00, would you? Thanks so much.
...You won't hear another word from me. Promise."
Psychosymatic neurasthenia?
Fuck off neurons, that's not funny either. Whilst I laud your internal consistency (hallucination of trenches followed by night of shellshock), I really feel this is a game you ought to cease playing if for no other reason than I don't think I slept last night - although it was admittedly hard to tell.
Today I am confused by the lingering feeling that dreams are reality and reality a dream.
Oh, and I'm really really tired.
Psychosymatic neurasthenia?
Fuck off neurons, that's not funny either. Whilst I laud your internal consistency (hallucination of trenches followed by night of shellshock), I really feel this is a game you ought to cease playing if for no other reason than I don't think I slept last night - although it was admittedly hard to tell.
Today I am confused by the lingering feeling that dreams are reality and reality a dream.
Oh, and I'm really really tired.