cept the early thirties part.
though i'm afraid if i keep working so much, that i'll look like i'm in my thirties.
i say as it's 1 am, and my alarm goes off at 430 am.
yeah. going to bed now.
UPDATE: 538 am
i couldn't sleep. drinking caffeine entirely too late in the day, coupled with an idiotic odd outbreak of flea bites (which i hadn't had problems with in awhile now), kept me up, so i ended up tossing and turning fitfully, and POSSIBLY got an hour/hour and a half of sleep. i think i had a dream bout Chris Murphy, but i can't be certain.
and now i'm having one helluva allergy attack, and we have no claritin.
this is going to be a long day at work.
even though you're at a loss.
a shell of empty thoughts.
but you glow,
you stretch and pull me out.
does that trouble you?
do i trouble you?