"I Smoke Myself to Sleep...

And blame post-modern things I can't relate... like alcohol and coffee beans."

I've been listening a lot to the album Dog Problems by The Format lately. It seems fitting.

E&M exam in 10 hours- goodnight.

"I've reached the point where all I want
Is to sleep around in hopes that I will catch back up
We are parallel lines
We’re running in circles
We're never meant to cross"