Somedays aren't yours at all, they come and go just like someone else's days.

Oh, the joys of alcohol. Drink loads, still feel sober.
I changed my mind, my life isn't so bad.
Also, sarah, I think you can follow me at the top of the page, I'll check it out :)
I must sleep. I need sleep.
No, I need drugs. Drugs that keep me up and stop me eating...