#ineedcaffine

It's excatly 10:24 pm.

I'm on the computer.

Contemplating.

I went to the hospital this morning, got four shots.

Forgot to drink coffee. Took down too many gulps of Dr.Pepper.

I ate donuts. I don't like donuts that much. But I had two.

And bought an entire pack of 12.

I tried to make some more Malora fmv's. I made one more.

But didn't want to post it yet.

I'm beginning to realize that I have a thing for making sure everything is a positive number.

Every thing must be even unless it's 3,7, and 9.

Strange right?

I want to write. Truthfully I've wanted to write for a while.

Would it sound strange however, If i said that I'm second guessing myself?

I still haven't found a beta reader but that's okay.

Since I haven't written anything in weeks.

I've been distracting myself by doing other things.

Like actually going to the hospital even though I could have months ago.

I want to update the Template. Ideas keep coming to me and I just keep letting them go.

I had a dream about malora but didn't write it down.

The dream was really vivid, seemed like a movie almost.

But I can't depict the specifics anymore.

I'm upset because I didn't write it down.

 I'm not sure If I should just go for it or not.