just being me

My room is a freaking mess. It's driving me up the wall. I'll clean tomorrow for sure. If I'm not too tired. I fell like I have missed out on years of sleep. I guess that's what being active does to you. But back to the point, my room looks like it threw up and it's pretty nasty. Chunks everywhere minus the liquids. I will clean. I have to. I can't take much more of this.
I don't have my contacts on nor do I have my glasses on. I don't know why especially since they're less than an arm's reach away. It's that lazy part kicking in again.
I hate when things frustrate me. I think that's what's been the cause of my lack of sleep. Sometimes I imagine myself in a scene of a movie where I can kick some ass literally. Like just get all fight club. The first rule in fight club is you don't talk about fight club. The second rule of fight club is you don't talk about fight club. Than Bam! Kick some scrawny guy's ass. That must be therapeutic. Just fucking go wild and beat someone. Damn I'm sounding psycho. But don't you have those moments where you could totally go rocky on some bitch or asshole in your life? Have fucking "bam" "whap" "boom" signs narrating every punch, kick, or leg drop? Like in the old batman series on TV? That would be funny as heck. Yeah I either need to beat someone into a bloody pulp or let my frustrations out or else my sleep wont be getting any better.

I bid you a good night