Because when you are in pain, you really don't care

*and the internet stuffing my tight ass. it is not working at all. demmit*

Had been sleeping late night for more than a couple of days now and I've tried to consult my doctor friend who happened to be the favorite student in my class when we were together throwing those fist-size paper balls to my math teacher in late 80's. He was darn stupid dork at that time. And he still does. Apparently, his stupidity clearing my throat from the phlegm I've tried to rid. With utter confidence no one ever seen, he said that sleeping pills are safe to be bought at the pharmacy and no prescription by the bloody doctor is needed. But fuck him big time ass-shoven-hole! I asked my pharmacist friend and she said that any drugs that related to sleeping-effect like novocaine has to be prescribed on first hand. Thanks to the witty part of my brain that I asked her in the first place before committing such stupid thing.

Stewpid him!

Anyways, I've cursed him (harshly). He denied his stupidity. He said he is not a psychiatrist. He is a general surgeon. Don't ask him something that he doesn't know. Fuck your tight ass you never know such simple thing as that.

I guess I shouldn't blame you for the faulty advise you've made. It was your brain who did. Your 10%-functional brain. I wish your mom never knew this. She would cry. Her predecessor is sucker than her. Glad that your mom was an orthopaedic surgeon. Anyways, you suck.


Cursing you made me yawn. I just think that you are my sleeping potion from now on. Hahahahaha.

Wanna join me Dr. Stupid this Sat at Westin? I will be meeting your ex slave and my ex boy. Call me by Fri. I want to confirm with them. See ya!

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