everything will be alright

disater. complete and utter disaster.

my hands feel heavy, there's lines in my vision. i have a vice that is slowly being tightened around my head, goverened by the angry evil wee scotsman that lives somehwere deep inside me. trying to make a grocery list is impossible- grocery shopping is a disater.

next time the gods above decide to let me run out of coffee, it had better be on a day when i'm in bed with some wonderful being who will go and get some for me, regardless of what the time is really.