Bloody fucking goodnight

Bloody fuck. I should be crashing now but I am not. Bloody fuck I say.

Earlier in the morning, I had thought of writing a bloody hilarious post on how dark skinned Indians worry about their complexion. I wrote a post. The bloody post however, turned out to be dry and sad. Blame my lack of sleep.

The irrelevant quiz that I finished writing minutes ago went good. Except one sketch, I answered everything. But since I wont get anything else than a P grade (irony of pass fail courses), it is just too irrelevant to be talked about. The quiz got over in like less than half an hour! I should not have missed it. Oh yea, I had missed it earlier, I guess a week ago, because I could not get early enough (eight in the morning is sometimes early). No wonder, I did not sleep yesterday. Missing the same quiz again is as bad as watching Murder with your grandma.

Bloody fuck. Too much of coffee. Couple of fags. And I guess I also kept seeing a fairy in pink all day. I am already dreaming. I should crash.

Good night world.