With you gone, baby I am hanging by a thread.

Mar 03, 2006 14:51

As I sit in a pile of papers, empty glasses, covered in dry erase marker remenants and with disheveled hair, half dressed and half awake... I realize there is little hope for me to make it out of this Info Hell paper with a beating pulse.

I'm just so tired.

All I want to do is sleep.
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