gotham2

i find i've got nothing to say.
or plenty to say, just can't find the words. here, i'll try.
i'm awake but my body feels half-dead, like it hasn't caught up with my brain.
my sleep has been altered, i can no longer sleep in, no matter how hard i try.
i'm putting off getting ready for this day.
another afternoon of slaving.
i'm occupied, and haven't thought clearly in ages.
i've been eating too much sugar, and i think i'm getting a fever. or a sickness of some kind.
it doesn't really bother me though.
i'm waiting for money, but stealing until then.

i'm going to rip someones heart out tonight.