Two-Thirty and sleep is still that ever elusive dream I'm constantly chasing. Two-Thirty and even Alaska isn't awake. Two-Thirty is a time for forgetting directions and embracing vanilla vodka. My restless mind and fidgeting legs want to run but the darkness outside is too deep. Grrrr...I hate this.
Sunday, August 5, 2007
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