Jan 26, 2010 02:30
If I was injected with a death serum Sarah McLaughlin's music would lull me right into it. I'd be like, ok I'm ready.
This was what I thought as I lay in bed earlier today half heartily fighting the Nyquil stupor I'd put myself in. I kinda had a fever and was defiantly ill and staying home from work for a reason. I had my ipod on and was trying to drift back slowly into consciousness. I'd been sleeping on and off for five hours or so. Sarah made me want to go under again. She made it look good though. The welcoming arms of sleep.
I wouldn't mind being held by them now dammit. Can't sleep. Wooonder why. Oh Sarah.