So I’ve have had three hours of sleep everyday since Sunday and 12 packages of sugar in my tea each meal.
(Because, kids. Coffee can only get you so far. Especially if you drink so much coffee as I do, you’ll get to the point where caffeine gives you one burst of energy followed by 3 hours crashed. Which is great if you want a caffeine nap (or what I call ‘sleep’ these days), but isn’t great if you have to spend the next three hours handling chlorofoam. The energy caffeine gives you is as weak and short-lived as a pulsing post-ejaculated dick.
When you work on sugar, sure you’re not great. But you get by. It kept you alive and breathing and walking and recrystallising-.... for as long as it would take until you could go back to your hour and a half coffee nap before you have to be up for lab write-up.)
I’m rambling cuz I’m exhausted. Where’s my point?
I mean, my best friend might have had a good time tripping (bless her heart, I love living vicariously through her. And if you’re reading this, sweetheart, I love your acid collection. Like holy shit.), but I can’t bring myself up to be jealous because I’m so tired to the point I can fucking see air ripples around me.
Also I spent three hours getting smoked in pyrrolidine fume today.
All I want now is to be sober and not tired.