May 24th, 2005


Can't. Sleep.

I keep getting up and booting up the computer to jot notes. Damn it. Must. Sleep.

I also had some stray pillow thoughts about the implied condom and the word "canoporn"--and if you're wondering what those are, I made them up--that may not make sense to me in the morning, which will be lucky for you all, ha ha!

...please let me sleep now...

the muse

You know, if there is something to this "muse" stuff, then a muse is like a careless, unpredictable friend who shows up erratically and drags you off to wild parties and gets you trashed so that you stumble home late in the morning and fall asleep until three in the afternoon and lose your job. And then come down with an STD.
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