Jun 25, 2006 04:23
Just once, when I'm awake at 4:30 a.m. in Chicago, I'd like to be hanging out on a porch or in an apartment with the windows open, drinking and listening to the birds wake up, instead of trying not to rouse the sleeping people in the house.
Sometimes insomnia is fabulous, other times it feels like a waste...
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insomnia,
chicago