In the wee hours of the night, Im sitting in a mist of lecture notes and surrounded by the aroma of dark coffee and the ever lingering scent of my hopetohelpstayawake shower.

I have yet once again mastered the art of procrastination.

Pardon me for my rudness. But who the fuck give a shit about the microbes when they can't even figure out the simplicity of many little things in life. (besides the microbes loving scientists whom I pay my utmost respect to)

My sulleness has engulfed the bitterness of the black coffee that Im overdosing myself with. The overpiling information and lack of sleep is drawing me into an emotional whirlpool.

Im in a delusion of being watched by billions of microbes that are ready to give me a blow on my head and knock me face down onto a pile of mud any instant. But I would defend myself with my weapons (pens and pensils) by stabbing and swinging them across the room. Steaming coffee would be poured over their wounded minature bodies. They would be scalded and buried under the carpet and would never once again surface on the earth. The universe would never know of their existence. Victory is always satisfying.

~Ah~ Life is finally and once again peacful and beautiful. Im not longer microbephobia.

Tickling sound of the clock shattered my "ridiculous early daydream."

It's 4 am. The night is still young.