2004-12-07
seriously considering.
My hands are cradling my forehead. The wrinkles become tender and my face is absorbed in my palms. I need sleep, and then I need more sleep. It's been so long since I've caught up.
I had a hard time paying attention today. With everything that seems so easily ignorable, the annoyance level rises. I get slammed in the face with these tempermental greetings, and all I wanted to do was lay down and sleep today. I know what I am doing, and I've made the decision.
There are no if's and's or but's about it.
I'm sick of it, just like everyone else is. So, instead of pretending to do something about it, I am.
oilandwater at 8:21 p.m.