i must write, i must sing, i must dance, i must. shit man, all my molecules are itching to explode. i feel like by the end of this week i should have done my five poems and my songs, and at the same time be done with my workload. but i'm not darna for that. but then again, if i let this pass and do the songs and poems next week, they won't be as good as if i did them this week.