Time is precious and it's slippin' away

He said, "Don't tell me I can make it on my own."
She said, "No, it's more of the eye flop thing than the heart flop thing."

But actually, it's more of eye flop thing mixed with the heart plus stomach flop thing and a joint urge to puke out a burger. A partially-digested goo-ey one. But it's whole, so you can still identify its shape. And that sick feeling of it squishing against the roof of your mouth. Which makes you wanna vomit even more. Eee.

I should be sleeping. Though there's probably no NAPFA tomorrow.
Dang.

I. Want. NAPFA.
I never thought I'd say that. Oh, wait. I forgot the two most important words.

I. WANT. NAPFA. THIS. WEEK.