I wasn't going to post today. It's late, I have to get up early tomorrow, it's been a long day. And then I laid down to go and I wasn't tired anymore. What a horrible feeling, when all you want to do is sleep but you can't sleep.
Lying there, alone with my thoughts, and the craziest things dance around in my head. Money. The meat dress. My life, how much I have left of it, and the way I've used it. Would it be easier if I wasn't alone? Harder? Would it make a difference?
I think, maybe there's something going on and I need to write it out, so I fire up the old Dell and start blogging, but obviously I don't have much to say. I'm too tired to write, but not tired enough to sleep. Where did I go wrong? Was it that last Pepsi? It was 2 PM!
Tomorrows are hard enough on a good night's sleep.
Bah. Goodnight.
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