Famous fucking last words. Another bout of staring at the insides of my eyelids. Sorta slept. Woke up again when the cat started bashing on one of the doors. Couldn't go back to sleep so I sat up and read a book that Cat lent to me. Finished it and decided to get up and get showered and stuff and get some work done. I went over to the supermarket and bought stimulants. Red Bull. Booyah. I had nine items in my basket so I couldn't use the express lane. I've seen people go through with more in their baskets before but it's always inspired thoughts of rage and violence so I decided not to go through just in case there was a pasty man with bad skin behind me in the line ready to snap. I went to one of the checkouts and a nice old lady let me through in front of her even though I look kinda like a badguy out of a horror novel. The guy at the checkout wasn't particularly impressed.