I'm sleeping more.
I used to get around four hours a night. Now it's eight, bordering on nine.
What the hell's going on with that?
I find myself desireless and bored.
So the last available option is sleep.
This month's five lines two rhymes is still up for entries. Tell your friends.
I've got nothing else.
Excuse me while I degenerate.
7/24/2002 1:03 AM