Memories of the Wind.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Tired.
I am freaking tired.
Too little hours of sleep. Time spent doing nothing much really.
Haiz...
I want to hibernate like a bear. If I can hibernate, I will make sure I get a week of sleep before I say "Good morning" to anyone anytime.
But there are too many things to be done.
Nothing can wait.
Sleep has to wait.
Too little hours of sleep. Time spent doing nothing much really.
Haiz...
I want to hibernate like a bear. If I can hibernate, I will make sure I get a week of sleep before I say "Good morning" to anyone anytime.
But there are too many things to be done.
Nothing can wait.
Sleep has to wait.
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