I need a pill...

It's already four fucking twenty in the morning and I am still wide awake. I'm here at the office sitting infront of my computer running deadlines for the pr's to be released later. Of course my system's still wiped because of my birthday. It's kind of hard to cleanse and get back to your regular circulation from a two day nonstop downing of fifteen bottles of brandy. Even though I feel that my body wants to throw my liver out, I am happy that I was able to submit my deadlines for this day. Seven dreadful deadlines from this, this, this, this, this, this and this. I hope my boss will be satisfied with that.

And the sugar here in the office tastes weird.

...

I talked to my mother earlier this day and found out one of the most saddest news I will consider in my life - my grandfather is sick. He needs serious medication because his lungs and his liver has fluids to be taken out immediately. She told me that she had already informed her siblings about the matter and still waiting for their actions. I hope they will have asap solutions with that. I am not ready to lose a part of my life. I am not ready to lose the person I considered as my father. It will be a very hard acceptance for me.

Please pray for my grandpa.