My Heart isn't in it.

.....literally. I just consumed four shots of espresso in my grande dark roast and my heart is beating out of my chest. I am foolish to think that I have become immune to the capabilities of caffine in massive quantities. My fingers are vibrating and my appetite is non-existent. My stomach lining feels torn and my head is heavy and clouded with anxiety.

Caffine really is a drug.

Anyways, that's all irrelevent. Anyone, everyone: who is going to any/all of the Pop Explosion? I really want to attend but my call minder has been vacant for the last three days. It reminds me of the way I used to feel in grade 8, if I didn't get 3+ phone calls a night I was ashamed of myself, I felt like I was a disgrace to my Jr. High existence. Then I would write all about it in my diary.

I'm procrastinating. My car isn't even parked in a parking spot. I need to go to the Dal Library, the bank, the bathroom and to put something in this my stomach before is eats itself.