gleep glop.

I feel like my body is getting ready to split into five directions at once. I'm hungry and there's nothing that I want to eat in the apartment, I just ran out of cigarettes and I want one, my room is just fucking destroyed and I really need to clean it --like now, flyers to drop off, catfood, mikefood, birdfood, bird, new shoes. I could just go to the supermarket, but then I'd have to deal with lines, cooking, and ..............these are my issues people.