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May. 20th, 2002 01:24 amI hate insomnia. Hate it with a an anger that's near undefinable. I feel like Mrs. White in Clue: I hated it ... so ... much ... I-It-It--flame-flames ... on the side of my face ... breathing ... breathless--heaving breaths ... heaving-
The difference being, of course, that the object of Mrs. White's hatred was at least a hot woman in a French Maid's outfit. Insomnia isn't nearly as pretty.
On the plus side, I only have one meeting scheduled tomorrow, so if I can keep awake for it, I'll be able to make it through the rest of the day.
The difference being, of course, that the object of Mrs. White's hatred was at least a hot woman in a French Maid's outfit. Insomnia isn't nearly as pretty.
On the plus side, I only have one meeting scheduled tomorrow, so if I can keep awake for it, I'll be able to make it through the rest of the day.
PVP