Ch. 3.5: OH GOD

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HELP.

LONG STORY.

IM IN THE CAR GOING ON A FOUR HOUR JORNEY TO MY GRANDPARENTS HOUSE.

AND I JUST DRANK A WHOLE CUP OF COFFEE.

The coffee thing Is good. All good.

BUT HOLY CRAP MY DOG KEEPS STEPPING ON MY STOMACH. IM AFRAID THAT IM GOING TO BARF.
If I don't make it, tell Benedict Cumberbatch I loved him.

I think I have to survive like.
1.24 hours.
Left.
Someone entertain me. This wifi sucks.

IM ON EDGE JESUS CHRIST.

I have a not even half eaten sausage kolache from Buc-ees.

Staring at me.

I WILL ADMIT ALL I HAVE BEEN READING WAS JOHNLOCK AND STUFF. Agh.

I've got a really bad headache now.

Let's conduct a conversation with myself. Shall we?
((I feel like I'm proposing to my self oh my god))

(Well, it's a side effect of coffee. And of living.)
(Excuse that)
(Aw 'hella no.)
(Yes.)
(Now.)
(No.)
(Yes.)
(No.)
(Your dog just put his butt on the pillow pet.)
(I know, I was there.)
(SHUT UP.)
(Go to your mind data files or something.)
(I AMMMMM)

Okay.
Okay.

Nope.

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