Broken

Alright I'm still up just because I think my body just cannot sleep at 11pm. I promised myself to try and sleep early so I could go to school tomorrow, because I haven't for the past 2 days. Well at least I tried.

Or,

It might be because I'm too excited to perform at a gig at NP. It happens exactly 14 hours and 45 minutes from now.

It might be also that I'm nervous, 'cus I just recovered from a cracked nail, and have not been comfortable playing the guitar since.

Cracked nail you ask? Well the story goes like this. It happened last Saturday. As I pull up my super tight jeans from Dorothy Perkins, my fingers lost its grip on the jeans, as apparently, my thighs got fat and the jeans wouldn't go up. And as my fingers lost its grip, the nail on the middle finger of my left hand hit the metal buttons. The next thing I knew, there was blood trickling down my finger. And part of my nail gone. Another reason for this becoming is that I had long fingernails.

So lesson learnt, when you know you turned fat from beer, be wary of using tight jeans and having long fingernails at the same time.

And because of this, and a few other reasons(liked my fucked up voice and pronouncation), I'm worried. So I might get a Heineken before the performance. YES! And will be smoking KENT. Catch you guys later.