i need mental catharsis. i really need to get my thoughts sorted and then carefully tuck them in labelled boxes inside my head. i don't need another day of jumbled musings i can't argue myself either out of or into. it cripples my efficiency tenfold.
blame it on a bad synapse feeding immediate sensory perception into faculty of reason. i need my sanity. i need a peppermit mocha frappucino. i need perspective to pry my weighty eyes. i need it to give me wings.