Notice of Condemnation

Alright Body, it's now week three of Operation Work/Death. By now you're pretty much used to the fact that I'm seriously only allowing you 4, if you're lucky, 5 hours of sleep daily. There have been minimal side-effects. Honestly, the whole delayed left eye blink was pretty disturbing for the first several days (or were they only hours?). But after discovering that my eyes would eventually be permanently squinted? Really isn't all that noticeable now. I can't recall a time that I haven't been at least 99% caffeinated. Which has lead to its own side-effects, namely, hypersensitivity of the senses. Especially the "HOLYGAWDWHATWASTHAT?!!?!?" sense. Oh what was it really? A fly landing... on me... felt through my jacket. I've been wrong all these years, I am NOT Batman. I am actually Spiderman. Wrap your head around that!

*Side note: I can fall asleep walking. No, not to be confused with sleep walking. I literally fall asleep while walking. Managed to escape without injury... so far.

Look, so here's the deal B, you're used to this treatment, a'ight? So now I’m going to start incorporating daily semi-weekly gym visits after you get off of work at 6am, still with me? No guh, I'm not talking about a light jog around the 'hood. I'm talking RUNNING, like SUICIDES running. Yeah, that's right. What else you ask? Piano lessons on Thursdays at the PEAK of your exhaustion, photo-shoots booked on every Saturday until you croak. Oh, and also, let me mention that I'll be cutting your calorie intake to 1200 a day? Yeah, even though you're awake/dead for 20 out of the 24. Deal with it, you can have absolutely all the cocaine caffeine, you need because at the end of this I want you looking like no one else but Lindsay Lohan. What's that you say? "Bring it"? Man that's hot.