Catatonia

Nauseaous and sleepy at the same time I can't decide which I want more to do. Lie down and sleep or go home and faint. It's getting very usual again that I'm here in Pasay to play. Mind you, not for fun, but to put me in a state of overstressedness that fries my circuits and catatonically breaks me down. What's with this superfluousness and overly florid style of writing anyway? I just want to make sure that my vocabulary's still intact. Someone made a comment today about my being stupid just because I didn't know what "out of tract" means. Well... I honestly do not know. Got to go now. Prontera beckons.