Sleepless Writings for Tuesday, March 2, 2004

The day has grown quiet Evening rings throughout the house In the other room a sax is playing Some movie we got off of netflix And once again I’ve betrayed a promise to myself Not relaxing when I know I should Five days in a row hardly a moment off my feet And I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck... Sign in to see full entry.

Yawning uncontrollably The week is catching up with me Been out and about since Friday morning Even when my feet were killing me Now a waitress at Uncle Buck’s Diner And every day it seems to get warmer So I’ve been out nonstop for 4 whole days With hardly a second alone with me And now I feel like... Sign in to see full entry.