I'm Still Frustrated From Last Night

I don't remember my story, really. I love it. Coming to the pen or mouse and formulating a story then forgetting it, as if to read it with fresh eyes and mindset the next morning. Like a newcomer.

Well this one marks the end of my compilation for English. I felt like Benjamin, "7 down and 4.5 tomorrow and I'll be out of here." Well, I'm out of here and it's 4:50 a.m. I don't mind the latter part of that sentence, really, but the first part...