i've noticed that i've been spending 48-hour days. i sleep every two days, so that i can work more and play more and live more.
but then, i think the 48-hour day system is wreaking havoc on MY system.
i tend to be restless, but when i sleep, i sleep deep... and straight for ten hours. ten hours that make up for the supposed-and-required 8-hour sleep for a 24-hour day. for a 48-hour day, that will translate to a supposed-and-required 16 hours of undisturbed sleep.
tonight i was there. i saw his name. i was tempted to ask the tricycle drivers about his house.
i want to kill him. to pull out his intestines and strangle him to death with his own intestines. i want to gouge his eyes, peel the skin off his face, and cut off his genitals. i want to make him swallow his own genitals--putrid with his putrid blood, sinful with his mortal sins.
i have this deep-seated anger that cannot be vanquished with her words. he had violated her. i cannot accept that. i need to see his blood running through my hands, flowing through my fingers.
I WANT TO KILL HIM.