Insomnia kicks in

00:19 

How Roma currently feels;

Seriously brain dead. i'd like my defect brain to kick in and start throwing up something interesting to say, but i know thats not going to happen at any stage in the next few hours. or few months, or years in fact. so this blog is completely and totally pointless and is not a creation of interest in blogging or waking up in a cold sweat thinking about all the wonderful, insightful things i have to say and how there is poor, poor misguided people in the world who are living their lives to a fraction of its full potential all because they haven't heard what i have to say. no. this blog is being created because im too much of a sack of shit to move from where i'm currently sat to do something more productive, or do the sensible thing, which is to sleep. im not going to lie, my bed is literally a mattress on the floor with 5 or so second hand pillows coated in atleast 4,7584 peoples saliva that isnt my own and most likely infested with aids, but this does not dispute the fact its a fucking comfy bed, nor the fact that to go to bed id literally have to roll off the edge of this sofa and face-plant into the pillows and not surface for a few hours. nor the fact that my aunts dogs come into the room on a regular basis and wipe their nob juice on the mattress. none of this currently bothers me. i would really appreciate someone or something to come and move me from this welt i've created in the sofa, whether it be a beautiful man carrying me, a nurse taking me on a stretcher or some hostile old bint dragging me by my ankles, any progress away from this seat would be commendable.