I signed up for a website to put up some drawings just for the heck of it.
I love my laptop and how she kept turning off to avoid a viral intrusion. Imagine if she could speak.
It's 11:36pm, and I feel ready to start the week tomorrow. I've solved my blunder in the lab, and I've printed many scientific papers on Synesthesia.
I feel sleepy and tired, but I don't wish to sleep. If I sleep, I feel the desire to sleep forever. To relax in nothingness.
The fear that Mr. Indolence might win one day is terrifying, but I won't let it win.
I hope one day the person sleeping next to me will brew fresh coffee every morning.
I shall go to sleep now. :]
and to remind myself:
http://ceruleansky.artician.com/
http://eventhorizonz.tumblr.com/
