digital love

900 pages of the handbook on tarrif and customs code for review is completely read, 95% of which is covered in yellow highlites...whats the use of highliting it if you are going to mark everything as relevant anyway...the past few days, it takes me 3 hours from the time i lie down to the state of slumber...my mind is in perpetual thought and overlying what-ifs...eyebags are now very evident...this stupid eyecream is no use...the post-its are now covering the right side of my cubicle...an official of the Bureau of Customs will get 1 to 10 years in prison if caught accepting bribes...in which idealistic reality?...my lunch consists of 2 garlic breads and 4 spoonfuls of pasta...its pathetic, the ratio of meal to side meal is not proportional...the idea of having 5 glasses of wine from last night would probably help me get some much needed sleep...tipsy and drowsy but still not happening...my next course of action should be melatonin...and then probably some pot...if that still doesnt work, im completely fucked...decided to bug my neighbor til 4am in the morning...she was half asleep and slurring during the last hour...my shoelaces have all been destroyed on the account of my cat...acting very catlike lately...not been doing yoga the past few days...coming up with every excuse not to go...maybe i should today...let me write that in my post it and stick it to the wall of things to recall...organized chaos is a bitch