Hannah Hearts...

I am getting nothing done here. I should just go back to my apartment because my eyes are trying to vacate my body in an attempt to escape my contacts. This is clearly not a comfortable or writing fostering state to be in. Unfortunately I know that if I return to my room where my bed resides, and change into my pajamas in an effort to get down to business, I might just decide to sleep.

Fuck it, I’m going to my room. I think I hid part of a milkshake in my freezer.