|Shiva, what a day.
||[Nov. 13th, 2004|09:15 pm]
A post-FF7 roleplay
|||||Sugar Ray: Mr. Bartender||]|
Another insanely long day. I'm stealing Sephiroth's computer to distract myself, because otherwise I'll be pacing all night with too much energy - you know, the kind that only comes when you're too tired to sleep. I need some booze.
I don't think I really sleep any more, weird as that may be. I get a few hours here and there, and it's enough, but I don't dream or anything. It's kinda freaky. Just boom, it's two hours later, because I don't really wake up or fall asleep either. I'm just either awake or not asleep. Yeah, I know I make no sense.
My jaw aches. Some punk got in a lucky shot while I kicked his buddy's ass for trying to get my wallet. Hint, kids: men in blue suits are bad business. Don't fuck with us.
I'm way too tired to be cheerful tonight.