this amounts to gross disrespect on my body. its inching towards 7am and i’m still awake. my knee and elbow are both busted amidst TTh workouts, and i’ve been sleeping with a down comforter for the past couple of weeks (i’m allergic). if all goes well i’ll tear an ACL, develop a psychological disorder and eventually succumb to a random allergic reaction while i sleep. oh, woe. this is what happens when your waking moments are prisoner of languid thoughts – you sensationalize the most trivial and random cards in a bid to bluff your ante to a bigger, more exciting pot.
first things first, though. rest in peace, mr. dimebag darrell. :c