Nightmears with out sleep

He's still here, drinkiing, man I hate it when they just sit around and talk.

Go. Away.

I want to sleep, I want to do anyhting other then sit down there and listen to those two talk about the same freakin thing for three hours while they slowly dissapear into their cheap forgen drinks they make.

No, they don't have a drinking problem, they have a talking problem.

I'm tired and hungry and totaly usless

Did my math, have no idea what I did. Just kinda went along with whatever everyone else saidl.

Yelled at J, he's still an ediot.

I want my hosue back.

I want him gone.

I want him back.

I want too much.