9.6

My hearts beating again.
What just happened....i have no idea.

This cancer is delicious.

I may never stop.

The sun has risen. I still haven't slept.

My stomach is yelling.

I might be able to sleep tonight.

At least for a bit.

My eyes are slowly closing. Ive lost my shirt.

I can't read these words.

Hands shaking. I need my fill.

It'll all be better tomorrow.

Negative.

Positive.

The absolute value of zero is zero.

You are a Rutabaga.

The painting and I have locked eyes.

I fear she'll win the staring contest.

Carcinogens consumed.

Maximum altitude achieved.

My oxygen is low.