the concept of time during these situations shrink by far too much. there's a kick somewhat when you get something satisfying but the urgency of the hours that bite is nastier than it really is. at times like this, tiredness knows no bounds and the coming of the sun is unwelcomed. i guess i detest it because it brings out the hidden tempests in me, of which is my fatal flaw. there's somewhat advancement of design these few days. now's to finish it up as soon as possible, making the minutes as much as hours. my motivation, is thus, the bed in about twelve hours time. hurry on there.