Unfortunately, the title isn’t in relation to sex because I’m not Lionel Richie, which is fortunate for me as my daughter isn’t a moron- and doesn’t exist. No, all night long I’ve been trying to memorise stuff about abnormalities such as anorexia. So being Lionel Richie right now would be helpful since his daughter would know all about that kind of thing.

Usually I’m used to staying up late, but I got up early today, managing to get over my addiction to pressing the snooze button on my alarm. I decided to try out an experiment and see if coffee really DOES keep people awake if they drink it.
It doesn’t seem to be working. And if it does, then why do my eyelids feel like they’re heavier than a bowling ball- and not just any bowling ball, a bowling ball made of concrete. A concrete bowling ball would be heavier than a normal one, right?

I put the coffee into a mug and added water… my friend said it would taste bad unless I added some milk, so I added some chocolate flakes too. My friend was right; it tasted like someone took a crap in some hot chocolate. But I still drank it, only to find that all the coffee was just sitting there at the bottom of the damn mug. What was making it taste so bad then?!
But I swallowed that coffee… powder… stuff on its own anyway.

And I feel like I’m about to collapse at the moment! It’s past 4AM and my exam is in about 5 hours.
Maybe this is the first symptom of psychology killing you? Although to be fair, I’m not exactly dying from stress, but from boredom. And it’s painful to blink.
It’s like that feeling when you suck out all the moisture from your eyes with a vacuum and then rub leather all over your eyeball. And then throw sand in for good measure.

It’s not very nice.