i have a monologue piece due on monday and i wrote the most earth-shaking mind-blowing molecule-dissolving and-a-bunch-of-other-really-extra-adjectives-that-i-can't-bother-naming-all-of-them-because-i-just-can't scene ever while procrastinating my schoolwork and finished the book i was basing it off of, and right now i'm just dilly-dallying like a grasshopper in a strawberry dress in front of my laptop for the past two hours, rendered physically unable to type anything of sane comprehension because all i can imagine is my two friends throwing molotov cocktails at each other in the hunger games

i accidentally left my copy of the brothers karamazov at school and right now it's in the hands of my most irresponsible friend. i can't sleep. my heart hurts. i long for it. i'm going to go cry myself to sleep. i am beyond impatient for tomorrow and i want to go slap my friend because my whole life and sanity depends on him right now at this very moment in this climate, but at the same time my anemic arse is freaking delirious.