Greetings.
I've just spent another long night staying up. Several hours ago, I was cooking my specialty, Drunkard's Stew. I woke up from a doze and realized I'd burned the entire roof of my mouth along with my tongue. I always burn my mouth taste-testing wasted.
It's 831am and I'm starting to feel nauseas and passive aggressive at my reflection. The morning sun fucks with me. I feel like we haven't any chemistry. Needless to say, nothing will change for a proper while.
