|If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand...
||[Jan. 19th, 2004|02:38 am]
|[||Somedays I feel a little:
|[||Your mom ain't listening to
|||||R.E.M. - At My Most Beautiful||]|
It's late. Or early. I haven't figured out which yet. I need to be up to take my mom to work at 8:00 in the morning. That would imply a need for sleep, don't you think? Yet here I am. I've flipped that switch on my brain, hoping that it'd turn off eventually, but to no avail. Too many thoughts and too much emotion and too much energy and too much too much too much.
On the plus side, I had a good time out and about with Leslie today, with my brother this evening, and talking to Marlo this morning. This, too, could be yours, if the price is right.