Got work to do so I won't be sleeping. Chalk it up to being preoccupied... or simply being a procrastinator. Fucked if I can get through with these changes.
It's finished, though I don't know how long it will last. It's as if I've just sated it without beating it. That's a side of me I despise, something ugly and wrong. I never fucking want to see it again.
Goddamn is it early... 5:15. I should sleep soon. I've got a month until real work starts. This is what I was waiting for. Fuck everything else. It's do or die.