can't sleep. its like noon time in my head. nothing to say. funny, seemed like I had a ton to get out there before I came here. tomorrow morning is going to come fast. my 2 year old will be up in 4 hours. I might as well stay up.
linz:
i hate when you have so much to say until it's time to say it. where does it go? i wonder if there is like this land of words running around in some vortex somewhere. weird thoughts.
urbanemisfit:
I think that is the same place that socks go to when they disappear from the dryer.