I can't explain the details right now, but...

1. I need to go to bed and that does not please me.

2. I hate my period and I hate the shower and I hate nightmares and I personally think that when I finally go to sleep, my entire mind and everyone who lives in it should do the same.

3. I need help. I really do.

4. I'm thinking of New Guy right now. For some reason I am thinking of a time when I wrote him something and sent it through the snail mail because I felt like I would be a pest if I emailed him. He asked me if I wanted to read it and I couldn't, so he did. He read it out loud, "Blah blah blah, etc." and then he looked up over the top of his glasses in a certain way and said, "Blah blah blah..." (hesitation) "Typo." (a raised eyebrow) "Blah blah blah." It was oddly endearing in a way that only a writer can appreciate. I think that was when I first knew that I liked him.

5. Did I mention that I need help? Yeah. I think I did.