9:47AM, Third alarm, artificial dawn (intelligent light).

“Siri, stop this shit please.” Yeah, don’t forget she’s your new best friend now, be nice with her! Quick pee and mirror, mirror… Oh! Oh! “At first I started back, unable to believe that it was indeed I who was reflected in the mirror; and when I became fully convinced that I was in reality the monster that I am, I was filled with the bitterest sensations of despondence and mortification. Alas! I did not yet entirely know the fatal effects of this miserable deformity.” My eyes! They are so swollen. What is there in that eye-wrinkles cream? It is supposed to remove my ridules, not disfigure me! It has made me worse than I was. I look like a pig dog from a zoo. What a terrible life I am living. The undersides of my eyes are making my life even sadder than it already is. Oh I wish I “woke up like this, I woke like this, we flawless”, but I just have a pale face, sticky eyes, pillow marks on my cheeks and dark circles! Well, at least my 25 are inspiring me for my clown paintings! What a night! I even have a scratch on my face? Shit, it is not perfect. I love you dreams but it’s probably because of a nightmare that I injured myself… and because of those long unkempt nails. I know that I need to cut them before this kind of things happen again! I need to check for some nail art, now that I have plenty of time to do it.