Tell me a lie.
I'm having trouble falling asleep. I went to work around four Sunday and didn't get off till around a quarter after one in the morning, getting home somewhere close to two. Surprise, surprise, mom is still up waiting for me I guess. I sat up talking to her and ordering the last of my books this semester from Amazon, watching Discovery Channel.
We tell ourselves lies to make everything better or to hide a fact. It can be both, can't it? I don't know. A little thing I was thinking of on the way home.
Wrestling for the most part was all right. An over flowing toliet here, seemingly almost everyone get hurt in someway. I made good money. I work tomorrow. Can't complain for the fact that I work tomorrow and I actually have to work Saturday instead of having off like I originally thought.
I'm going to try to sleep some.
We tell ourselves lies to make everything better or to hide a fact. It can be both, can't it? I don't know. A little thing I was thinking of on the way home.
Wrestling for the most part was all right. An over flowing toliet here, seemingly almost everyone get hurt in someway. I made good money. I work tomorrow. Can't complain for the fact that I work tomorrow and I actually have to work Saturday instead of having off like I originally thought.
I'm going to try to sleep some.