I looked all around the internet for a comfortable spot. There's nothing here that's very comfortable. Except for the warmth of the laptop. That's right people, I'm in K-hell.
The moment I got here I got uncomfortable. It's the liberty, the hospitality. It ought to be inspiring. I really am trying my best to be inspired. But all KL does to you is leave you very scared. And overstimulated, I guess.
Everything here feels too intense. Making jokes is so much easier. Being depressed is 10X more depressing. Just worrying itself worries me; it's not like me to worry.
It's 5:32AM. I ought to be very sleepy, having risen at 7. But instead I am wide awake.
I ought to be very tired, having travelled around, lugging, well, luggage for the better part of the day. But I am surprisingly limber, except for the occasional scraping sensation in my kneecaps.
I also ought to be thoroughly entertained with Mafia II, having anticipated its release for over a month. I brought the Xbox up just to play it. Nothing. My mind simply refuses to feel good about the game, or anything.
I will probably go for a walk. I want to see this part of the town wake up. It should take my mind off things. Because the booze has failed to do its job right. It has only made things much more unbearable.
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