In the span of 5 minutes on this page, I have become an expert on typing and backspacing. DVDs were bought and watched, caesar salads with smoked salmon were devoured, infinite steps and sweat marked the energetic dance, yet there is no comfort. Bury me in a hole so deep that I can't find my way out, buy me a shield so tough that I can't provide warmth, paint me a face so creatively that I can't imagine living without it. Staying up late isn't doing my brain good, neither is it scoring points with my complexion. There was a brilliant plan to counter this, ... Then it failed. Therefore here I am, defeated and sleepless.