Nuerons crippled
Spastic thoughts
Oh God, no
It's happening again

Funny how it all
Works out like this
20 ounces
Eagds, that was pure caffiene

Now it's a good
Two hours
Past my bedtime
And I can't stop typing
My eyes are stapled open
Without staples, at that
I think my watch beeped
Three o'clock

Should I risk
Trying to sleep
Before work?
Will I wake in time?

Oh, hey she's online
I guess I'll talk to her
It's not like
I just saw her tonight
(Oh wait, I did)

Now it's pushing five
And I haven't shut my eyes
But it's okay
I'll just have some more caffiene