Spirit Street

Inside a broken clock
Splashing the wine
With all the rain dogs.

Friday, October 26, 2007

Home, tired. I've gotta work tomorrow afternoon and I'm debating between toughing it out for the rest of the evening, or getting a nap then being chirpy later. But the nap's a lie. The nap's always a lie. I'll probably wake up groggy in a few hours or so think fuck it then go back to sleep then wake up at midnight ready to face the 'day'. Because that's what happens.

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