Wake up and smell the coffee.

So, Gio's running around in my closet. I can hear him knocking on the door.

Now I'm talking on the phone, forcing the other person on the line to wake up.

After this I'm going to bed plak.

Life has been blissfully annoying. Dreams have been impossibly hard to interpret. Memories are streaming through faster than I expected.

N to all my dearly beloveds. Forgive me for not paying enough attention. It's not that I don't want to, but I just can't find myself through all the cluttered mess I'm in.

N perhaps, maybe you should consider listening to me too, because if you look a bit closer, I'm also human.