The all-nighter
It’s almost time for home. As of RIGHT NOW, I’ve done 16 hours 53 minutes, fuelled by nothing but cigarettes and a hastily-scarfed bowl of tantanmen. Which I choked on, sc-horching my throat.
The upshot of all this? Well, I can now see things that arent’t there and have developed a pressing urge - nay, biological imperative - to punch certain 2channellers in the face and steal their shoes.
At least driving home will be fun. Zoom.
