I think of fat, sweaty gimps, covered in babyjuice, while spanked by some skanky, skinny granny mistress, who's drinking a glass of wine, mixed with bile and blood. There's an elevator music running on the background, and then suddenly George Bush comes fluttering by, dressed as a ballerina with wings, and a magic staff. That's what I think of when I go to sleep.

But for some reason, I only manage to get an 6 hours night of sleep...

Edit: For those of you who don't know what a gimp is:

G is for Gimp
http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/images/o...on/gimp205.jpg

Lately, as exams are approaching, I've been hounding myself for not revising more. I'm screwed.

That gets me unhappy, so I think of a certain someone and a certain future I'd appreciate, and that keeps my spirits up until the regular cynicism kicks in again.

I think I've been getting to sleep much better recently.

I'm writing a novel too but..it's about Oddworld...so even if I think of it then technically I am still thinking of Oddworld...dang, I'm obsessed.

Because of Sekto Springs' punk ass I CAN'T sleep anymore. He dredged up some unpleasent memories from my childhood that keep me awake sweating at night. Plus, (as if that wasn't bad enough) he showed me a picture of his penis. OF HIS GODDAMNED PENIS! Every time I close my eyes........uh, I can't talk about it.