Finally wake up from my troubled sleep.
It’s not even a sleep.
I hate having a sleeping disorder.
When I’m intense or having something bothering my mind, this medula oblangata will not stop from working and deciphering superfluous information.

Something IS troubling my mind.

I wish I have a bottle of coke and some panadols.
and I’m serious.

p.s. Oh lord, your forlorn face is still lingering in my mind.
p.s.s. Anticipate some absurd fashion sense for the whole week.