Constipated

I am so constipated.
I know there's shit.
I need to shit.
But I just cannot sit there and squeeze the shit.
I hate squeezing shit.
Don't you?

I am so sleepy.
But yet sleep eludes me.
I think sleep eludes me because I am constipated.
It's uncomfortable.

I need to start packing up my room.
Its unbelievably messy.
Wait a minute.
It is believably messy.
As quoted from boyfriend.
Everything is on my bed.
I think so too.
I sleep with my books, bag, phone, wallet, magazines and sometimes even chips.
But I always insist, that the biggest piece of junk is still him.

All that clutter is driving me nuts.
Where did I accumulate so much rubbish?

Why am I blogging in short paras?
No idea.
Not exactly in the best of moods.

That constipation,
Lack of sleep,
Annoying shifts (LBB)
Fluctuating moods of boss

All that is making me turn into one really really sour prune.