  I seem to be trapped in 14-19 essay hell. Churning out 2000 words on this subject is like passing a kidney stone. I'm hoping to sleep-type tonight so I can wake up tomorrow and it's done. Sort of like a more focused version of automatic writing.
I'm having one of those I'm the only one awake in the world moments. It's not even that late. I think it's a hormonal imbalance brought on by the summery weather and a particularly harrowing episode of Six Feet Under. I wonder how Lisa died. Lets hope it was quick, but quite painful. Fifa soccer, then bed. 
