Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

I wish life was that simple again, back to an age of innocence. Growing up can really eat at you inside, more unpleasant things than not.

Just woke up after repeated wake-up calls, mind's still feeling very neanderthalish. Fuck, i need a smoke. Half feel like wishing someone'd put me out of my misery, half knowing i'm lucky to be even getting a couple hours sleep today, cos' for the rest of the week it's go go go.

I'm going to need stronger coffee and cigarettes. Isn't this how addictions gets worse, the same slide into dependency. Oh well. We only get to die once, might as well do it right.