Bitch Bitch Bitch

Cold. Wet. Sleepy. Still need to write that thing.

What I'm worrying about now:

My shoes.
Bloody noses in shower.
Writing.
These glasses pinch my nose.
My eyes kind of hurt.
Finding somewhere to sleep.
Getting home.
Why am I doing this? I could be asleep right now, or at least reading a book. Also, naked. Fuck. I need hot chocolate or coffee.