As the lights dim, so does my co-ordination.

I lit some candles, bashed both funny bones on my bed frame, kicked my computer tower, spat out some water, spat out more water laughing at myself, got up and kicked the tower with my other foot. By accident.

I don't know why it was even funny but it made my chest ache. Then again, everything does. When my boss gives me an impossible task, drinking a hot chocolate, having a shower...

I'm going to bed.

But as a footnote, why does everyone say that they love things they obviously hate?
Sarcasm does not convey well over the internet.