bitter sweet jesus i'm tired.

hours in last four days = 96
hours i've slept in last four days=16.

16 motherfuckerless hours. they weren't even good hours, they were restless. resltess! why, sweet merciful god that most assuredly does not exist in this or any other plane, do you hate me so? is it the four horse legs? why, oh why, can't i sleep? is it a curse? has some fucking olympian freak put a curse on me, the friendliest of all centaurs?

do you know how nice i was to those zeusass kissing, sychophant, fuckers before i left? sweeter than dakota fanning drowning in a vat of aspartame that is itself being immersed into a larger vat of a previously unseen honey/molasses hybrid so sticky that even space and time cannot escape it thereby creating a vacuum so intense that existence as we know it is shred to ribbons leaving a strange quasi-portal to a new plane of existence replete with 860 dimensions and the mindware upload that enables us to perceive them. that is fucking sweet my friends. the only thing sweeter would be a dadaist universe bereft of all suffering (? - even i'm not sure where i'm going, gone, am, on this one - did i mention how tired i am?) , but i digress.

the point is that i'm a nice guy, i'm super friendly, i'm ultra considerate of the feelings of others, and am stupid enough to do all of hercules's labours 'cause i believed that he had actually broken his leg, but the gods still fuck with old t-shirtedcentaur just 'cause he's made some goddamn money in the investment banking scene! so i like mergers, sue me! (note: please don't sue. if you do peruse legal recourse against me, i suggest you speak with my lawyer Mr. Melvin A. Minotaur). so the centaur likes dough, get over it! throw me nutrigrain bar over here. i didn't leave 'cause i thought i was better than you, i left 'cause i was interested in the mortal world (oh, alright, i left to see human ankles - oh how i covet them so).

argghh. i'm so tired! so tired, too tired to sleep, to tired to eat, to tired to rub my rump up against a tree branch, too goddamn tired to live. i see these mortal fuckers downing red bull like it's going out of style - hey, didn't you notice that weird fact about red bull? you know the one. how it tastes like ass.

so deliriousl...