- like, legitimately writing, with a pen and a pencil - so much, you guys.
And yet, here I sit; it's one o'clock in the morning, I got nine hours of sleep last night and the fact that I'm still able to even form complete thoughts that don't sound like "mmmmmmmmgrunjk" as a result is kind of throwing me off,
but I feel like I can't even do anything with them because they're all coming at me so fast, from all sorts of different directions, and are invisible until they punch my brain in the face, like Roxy Richter. My fingertips can't move that fast.
I had a whole checklist of things to accomplish after my 20th birthday and I haven't even looked at it.
My mind ninjas are forever rendering me helpless.