It is 11:25 in a sunday morning and my head is about to burst. Come to think of it, there's not even a space for me to contemplate my thoughts on. My Gran says that the brain is just like any other machine, sometimes it just goes baaaam! and stops functioning. She says it's just like the stomach, no matter how much more you want to consume, it vomits out everything when it's full.

You, you're a mainstay in my dreams now. I'll see you on tuesday (: