It's probably because I worked out again. But, tonight I feel as hungry as
Audrey II. Any minute now,
Seymour Krelborn will enter the
shop to feed me. And just like with Audrey II, once I feed the hunger it will continue to grow. I'm certain this is what a
vampire feels like, late at night prowling for a young, pure virgin. Then again, I suppose there's nothing wrong with that school of though. Everyone likes a good suck.
I'm absolutely exhausted. Part of it is because the time at the moment is 1:20, about an hour past my bedtime. The rest of it can be attributed to the weather. I can fully appreciate why the old man in the song snores just because "
it's raining, it's pouring."
In fact, that's probably where I'm headed now. I'm too tired to finish this entry. Or maybe it's that I'm not disciplined enough. In either case, I need to get to bed. I can't sleep all day if I don't ever start in the bed. Plus, the rain just picked up and now I can hear. It's a lullaby to my ears. I wonder if it takes requests. I wanna hear
Madonna's Betime Story. Now if I could just find that pure virgin to accompany me, to make sure I get a good nights sleep.