It's monologue

At this special moment, crucial moment, 
and diligence-needed moment,
I just spent over two third day sleeping.....
Can't believe I did that!! (crying and bleeding in heart)
I just felt I slept as if I was in coma except for endless dreaming,
weird dreams as usual. 

There is no time I shall waste and sleep off. God knows what am I doing.... >" Realizing the line getting closer and closer is horrible to face and accept,
which I almost encourage myself not less than ten hundred times.
Is that my morbidly incorrigible habit that I intend to enjoy the last rush days or hours all the time?

For this emergent work, I have to stop typing right here~~ right?
(Although I want to update life and thoughts, I always drop them when every time 
I sit in front of the screen, and feel there is nothing big deal to say 
or to spare time to revolve words...how incredible lazy I am... =P)