My system out-fights melatonin. No hope for sleep.
Just staring at blackness.
Hours.
Fah king hours of that.
Which would be fine, if I didn’t have to execute the work day.
I wouldn’t care at all.
Ridiculous tiramisu.
Never a gun, you’d want to OD.So you’d want to purchase and store enough to kill ten Men,you’d want to keep it somewhere safe,but there’s a self life,so there’s a chance it would go bad..
Nothing can be simple.
The smoke detector has a green light that pulses,it goes
Wamp wamp wamp.
Scanning
It’s scanning me
Ugh 😩
dawn 