exquisite

Sleep is for the weak. After only two hours of sleep since ... I guess Thursday night was the last night I actually slept for more than five hours... shit. Where was I going with that? Oh right. Sleep is for the weak. Am I possibly weak enough by now to sleep? Apparently my brain thinks so!

Baaaaaaaaaby I'm hot just like an oven. I need some lovin. And. Baaaaaaaaaaby I can't hold it much longer. It's gettin stronger, and stronger. When I get that feelin - I want sexual healin.

Marvin Gaye. Love it. You know you do.

I'm going to need to re-read the comments you guys have entered after work tomorrow or something 'cause right now I cannot seem to focus enough to comprehend full sentences. And certainly not long enough to make sense of an entire paragraph!

I'm shivering. Holding myself isn't stopping it. Holding a furry pillow is somewhat helping me cope with it though. Oh how I loves me some pillow.

Alright I better stop typing while I still make reasonable amounts of sense.