9.11.2008

incomprehensible

Me sleepy. So tired. I'm an old lady. I can't stay at the theatre until 11pm and expect that I'll be bright eyed and bushy tailed at my desk at 9:30 the next morning. I feel. Like. I'm going to. Fall. Over my keyboard. Can't stay up. Sleep good. Nap good. Me like Hulk. Only limited words. Want sleep. Need rem cycle right now. Nite, nite.

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