Three 'I's and a 'U' makes no sense.

I woke up to a bloodied mouth. The dentist claims it's normal and that it'll be fine. I shall take her word for it now. Just don't let me wake up on a bloodied bed.

It seems like this swing is getting into me again. And it's getting a tad irritating. I need a drink. But sad thing is that sorrows never drown on alcohol.

I need dopamine, norepinephrine and phenylethylamine. I guess a little oxytocin won't hurt. Never did.

Uninteresting post.