the unfortunate incident of the car in the broad daylight of a supermarket carpark with tonnes of witnesses

I must admit, I'm quite scared to think I'm officially being released into the wide world as an adult in less than 2 months, and also that I'm running on 3 days without sleep, and a terrible, terrible caffeine addiction. Due to the previously mentioned no sleep, and way way way too much caffeine, I may or may not have accidentally backed into a car in the supermarket carpark (while on my daily venture into society to buy more no doze). And then sped off really fast. This is what life has done to me. I have turned into a horrible bully who crashes into other people's cars and then doesn't even stay to talk to them about it. I almost feel as if I've been involved in a hit and run. Though, obviously not that bad.

On a happier note, I have 8 assignments to do in the next 3 days. Wait, that's not happy news.. I meant to say I'm listening to Coldplay, which I suppose, if I'm being totally honest here, helps me deal with stress. God this feeling is so weird; being so tired that you can hardly keep your eyes open, combined with the feeling of absolute energy, like, I want to jump around and scream at the top of my lungs for about an hour. Ew, caffeine is really not good for me.

I'm quite scared that someone took my numberplate though, and quite possibly reported me to the police, as there were a number of bystanders when this unfortunate backing-into-somebody's-car-and-then-driving-off incident happened. Or maybe the poor person has followed me home, and is, while we speak, taking to the back of my car with a sledge hammer.

Mm, craving a cigarette, but due to the unfortunate incident of someone taking their anger out on my poor little wee car, I'm too scared to go down there to get them. I'll just stick with caffeine. Not quite the same though. But I suppose I have a choice between lung cancer or heart-palpitations (and possible heart-failure). God I really can't decide. Oh wait, it'll be lung cancer AND having my head bashed in with a sledge hammer, or heart palpitations. Plus I really can't be bothered getting up. Even though I really have to clean my room, as it's getting a little bit feral. But you know, these 8 assignments are really calling to me. FUCK. 8 assignments. How did I let this happen???????