Blaaarrrrgggghhh....I hate working

It's so late.

Wow...

Now sleep deprivation has taken on a whole new meaning.

Mmm...how the light seems to hum...things are trailing.

I think I've stared at the freckles on my arms for about an hour now...damn procrastination. Must have another cup of coffee...but that means having to go to the loo....and this place is deserted, apart from me, and that would mean going to the scary loos alone...where there are freaky noises...and the fluorescent lights flicker on and off in a that Japanese-Horror-Film-way. Mmm...where is that pesky security guard anyhow?

I think my freckles look like constellations of stars....whoooaaa....my thoughts are running away with me. Still at work...still have hours to go editing this God-damned magazine....keep looking at the pretty pictures...once again I watch the letters dancing on the page...they look so freakin pretty, but I wish they would stand still. It feels like I need pins to stick them in place - like a collection of rare insects. Oh no...another scary thought...I'm gonna have to walk to the place I'm lodging tonight...damn...it's dark. Right now I wish I didn't watch so many zombie films. Ok...getting scared....logging off.