Oh my god, the clock on my pc fucked up and it's actually 6:30, not 4:48.

No wonder the day seemed endless!!!

Color me retarded. Just finish it all and jack my veins into the side of the monitor, and it'll all be done. I live and die by this stupid thing anyway, these days. Isn't it bizarre that I believed the computer over my own internal sense of time pasing?

Maybe not so bizarre. But sad.