It's like 6AM maybe. I keep drinking water to calm down my body, but nothing is helping. Connie and Aurora are sleeping peacefully as I writhe into eternity.
What is it, please tell me. Everything sounds 10 times louder than it should and nothing is
settled. My body is so confused by my mind and vice versa. I just need to keep writing and everything will be fine, right? Why such desperation?
My thoughts are running together and I don't know if my pen is catching them quickly enough. My body is over-heating, my head is about to explode. Was I drunk three hours ago? Yes. Explains it.
I want the day to start. I'll sleep when I'm dead.
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