its all too much!

The music is too loud

the music is rubbish

my eyes are heavy

my reflection resembles that of a dead person

im stuck in a box for lots of hours

im alone in the box

i cant find my carmex

i interpreted my doodles on the internet and they portray me to be somewhat troubled

i dont know when i am likely to get my next cup of tea

i see no prospects for any type of banter

i apparently dont react well to change




...its a long time til i can sleep again