No, It's Just Late

So my sleeping habits have really managed to fuck me this time. I have my blog has a high priority on my list just because of the way it's managed to help my writing skills and such so I want to make sure I write in it once a day and try to have at least a paragraph. Well this time, because yesterday I had a caffeine overdose showing from my blog post having some sense but also have a lot of repeats and jumps, so I was up for 36 hours straight. But seriously though, you should watch John Dies At The End because it screws with your perception of things along with a whole bunch of other hub bub. It's like theory, philosophy, and reality were holding a mass orgy with all their cousins in your brain causing a total mindfuck in it. The Caffiene rush really fucked me in other ways too though, atleast the way it seems to me. I ended up professing my love to Blue. I've done it before but I kept professing my love to her while mentioning a whole bunch of theoretical shit that kept jumping back to my telling her I love her. I was talking about suicide and life though because my brain's rush of stuff. I contemplated it. So basically, I want to know the point of life due to human curiosity. But you can't truly answer that question until you're dead. But if you're dead can you answer the question? So I ended up doing a mini-experiment and explained it to her also. I literally said that I may sub-consciously push her away because my life has ended up revolving around her and my laptop and I can't remember what it was like prior to having Blue involved in my life. So pushing her away would be like a metaphorical suicide. But I also wanted to answer a question that I always had trouble answering, why do I love her. I can't answer that until I don't have her again. The only problem is that just not talking to her for a day makes me feel different. I also don't want to push her away but I already pissed her off so I get to not talk to her for awhile, at least on facebook. But at least she got up at 4:00 because she needed to do work and kept me company for 1 hour and 40 minutes while I was probably insane out of my mind with all my mumbling.

John Dies At The End