Feb 07, 2005 11:24
My february fatigue isn't lighter then all the thoughts in my head, but lighter then my weight for fluxuate is the word nesting in my lips. There's a sheet over my bones, but it isn't holding out the cold, and trust has nothing to do with doughnuts at seven this morning.
But apparently it does, because you left an hour early for work. All I can formulate is a smirk, no intelligible conclusions or in depth analysis.
and Hey, I know a quick way to spend $200 with a nose.