OH GODDAMMIT

THAT WAS A REALLY TERRIBLE IDEA

NOW I HAVE TO WATCH THEM ALL

RIGHT NOW.

NO SLEEP.  ONLY GAME OF THRONES.

You Win, Internet.

I am not strong enough to resist.

Tonight, Winter is coming.

*clicks the download button*

What That Night Means To Me

When I place myself beside the man I was then, and look at the man I am now…

I say to myself “dude you are WEIRD as SHIT when you’re drunk.”

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Jesus everloving fuck, body, this is the second night in a row.  I know we had a lot of caffeine earlier to write that paper, but that was twelve hours ago.  What have I done to deserve this wrath?  

Don’t I, you know, ever crash after the caffeine?

Or is that just going to happen when I’m trying to proofread the paper some time after noon?

(then, if that happens, we break out the amphetamines, and then we go for a third night. Is that what you want?  Because I’d rather just sleep now and have done with it.)

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THE WAKER WISHES TO ASLEEPEN.

MY BODY HAS REJECTED SLUMBER

I AM INFINAWAKE.

I WILL SEE ALL.

FEAR ME, MORTALS.

Stupid men with Pointy Objects, at your service.

Good morning, Tumblr.

I want to talk about swords.

But I need to do more research first, though first first I should probably sleep.  But I’m amped up on the concept of buying bated rapiers and working with them.  After all, I need a new fencing blade (as I sort of annihilated mine attempting to make a point that…didnt make) and if Im going to spend the moeny, might as well spend a bit more and buy something that will require me to 1) learn MUCH more about the subject and 2) work much harder at being good.

which, like I said, means a billion pounds of research, since I don’t buy things for myself without analyzing them abso-fucking-lutely to death first, especially if I want to drag others in on this crazy scheme with me.