Sleep when you're dead!
More appropriately, sleep because I'm dead.
Wanna know the worst of it?
I'm seriously jonesing for a glass of milk, and there simply is NO milk to be had.
I knew I should have made the run earlier at like 10.
Dang it.
I'm in a half conscious state right now.
Beyond eerily calm.
I can and should sleep at this instant and yet I'm posting.
I set up a facebook.
Thus far its almost entirely worthless for one reason or another.
We'll see what happens.
Richard Roeper's my friend now though.
Yeah, I know. Go figure.
I had his email addy saved in my hotmail account for some reason.
Him and a slew, slough, slut of people I no longer talk to.
(Yes, an entire slut's worth)
And I think I gave it the go-ahead, so we'll see what becomes of it.
Why must I constantly ache?
It makes it hard to maintain a constant stream of absolute positivity.
Not that I'm anything of the sort as it is, but still.
Even though it looks like it,
this isn't some free verse poem.
Assuming I have correctly identified what a free verse poem is.
Its just a lot of unconnected thoughts dodging in and out of my mind.
So I divide them up. It's only the previous paragraph
that I started making a conscious effort to align them like they are.
Anyway, I think I'm going to fall asleep to the Big Lebowski...