El Pecho Izquierdo

This last week I have had trouble sleeping. I don’t know whether it’s because my sleep patterns are erratic, the room I sleep in is not the 60 degree goodness I’m used to, or someone up there just plain hates me. I wouldn’t put any stock into option number three, though, because I am fucking awesome and no one hates me. How do I know this?

Your mom told me.

Anyway, what the fuck am I to do? I got work in the morning and it’s not like caffeine is going to help me stay awake because, oh by the way, its Ramadan and, oh by the way, I can’t eat or drink anything til sunset. And how the fuck am I going to play basketball all tired and shit? Major hinderance to the workout plan this sleep deprivation is starting to be.

Shit, I knew I shouldn’t have started writing at this hour. Now I’m wide awake.

Fuck sleep deprivation. It’s the fucking Devil. Yeah, that’s right. Satan, Beelzebub, Lucifer. I am all out of names of el Diablo, and I think that just did the trick.

Later bitches. Konichiwa pillow.