just blurbs. today. or, this morning...

I am sleepy and tired and overly exhausted

And my nose is runny, my eyes bleary and I can barely sit up straight

Am listening to Blue by Jack’s Mannequin

Speeds my heartbeat up up up like a train on rollercoasters

No Andrew the night is not a perfect shade of dark blue.

I can’t see anything at all past the ceiling white – and the bright lamps, which

Is doing nothing to cure my hazardous tendencies of falling flat on my face, asleep

In front of the computer

While my assignments left unfinished still