I woke up at seven this morning because someone cranked the heater all tge way up to annoying. I am just starting to enjoy the presence of freezing. Waking up in heat makes it irritating.
[Insert the perfect mixture of a melodramatic statement / sarcastic confession here]
For about an hour now, I've been staring around my room, wondering how long could I possibly lock myself in here for, while popping my shoulder blade in and out of its place. It sounds like someone chewing on chicken cartilage. I ball myself deep inside my bed, wondering when was the last time I woke up without wondering why I'm still here.
I'm in a bad way.
^ my ultimate understatement.
