the poor kids

wow i never knew it was humanly possible to feel THIS tired. my fingers are trembling, my knees are weak, my neck struggles to keep my head up, my eyelids are giving way, my toenails are screaming, my shorts are flat and i think my brother made sweet, passionate love with a grizzly bear.

my work is piling up. much too tremendously at that too. it just keeps coming and coming like a cheap whore aboard a ship full of sailors.

sometimes, i feel like giving up. but every time that happens, i think of the poor starving children at the orphanage which i donate my wages to. imagine their beady little eyes filled with innocence and desperation, and i push on.

“do it for the children!” i tell myself.

this post is merely a short break from my hectic schedule. today, i slept for 15 hours, had a 2 hour bath, played with the kittens until they ignored me, surfed the net until mum smacked the upper right side of my head, watched 40GB of anime twice, trained my toes to do a mexican wave, perfected a Beautiful Fluttering Butterly Winter Sonata manoeuvre with my left nostril AND, (hold your breath, people!) I also PLUCKED MY EYEBROWS. *faints in disbelief at the sheer amount of work i single handedly accomplished *

sigh. life’s tough, but someone’s gotta help the children.