Zack Morris Time Out

i don’t understand how you can be getting semiregular decent amounts of sleep, and then one day, the effects from some all-nighter you pulled three years ago suddenly kick into effect. you wake up in the morning, cannot remember your name or your function, and you can only speak in sentences that begin and end with “please” (in a whimpery sort of way) and unsolicited yelping. you start having mild hallucinations, medium delusions, and hot flashes. and your earwax starts to resembles pieces of brain. your social interactions can only be described as gruesome.

also one muscle in my neck has been sore for the past forever. the author of my novel needs to fix that kink.

this blog was written by a halfwit degenerate.

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