January 15, 2004

meh

I managed to pass out at around three a.m. then woke up at something like 4:39 am. Why? I was tired, I passed out. I want sleep. I have early morning, busy day. But no, the Jews won't have it. Blergh. Blerghblergh. It's 6:20 as I type, and I'm starting to yawn again.
Why the hell did I write that poem? Could it have something to do with the half-empty, giant bottle of redwine on my counter? Yes, I think it does. It was so logical at the time.

Posted by matty-b at January 15, 2004 6:20 AM
Comments

Red wine is never not logical! And another thing - we should all CHORTLE more!

Posted by: Joy at January 18, 2004 9:11 AM

Pipe dreams, Joy. I'm a barber's son.

Posted by: matt at January 18, 2004 9:29 AM

And you've been out to sea for a long time.

Posted by: Joy at January 18, 2004 12:57 PM