Jan 25, 2008

Someone, Please, Play me The Beatles.

It is almost 4:00am.

I have a beautiful boy, sound asleep in my bed. I think. Maybe he's listening to me typing.

I have tons of Shiraz and Pinot Grigio in the kitchen, and in my belly.

I don't want to go to sleep.

I cannot sleep. I feel much too awake.

If I go to sleep, I will wake up, and be almost thirty.

I will have to sleep at some point, but for now, I will just mooch a cigarette off of the V-Man, and pretend, in my head, that I am sixteen.

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