dictation's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Why do I DO this? Day after day I swear - by God and all that is holy - that I'm going to be in bed asleep by nine to catch up on all the sleep I've missed. Night after night the hour of nine passes and the resistance begins. Finally, sometime between midnight and one I drag my yawning-since-9 zombie carcass into bed. I lie there sighing deliriously because I know I'll be asleep in mere seconds. It feels nice. I wonder why I didn't DO this before and why I make this so hard. I worry about the morning when the alarm will go off like the little monster it is, and I have to pry my eyes open with a fork. Day after day I make promises that night after night I don't keep. I resist the machine that wants to turn me into a workaday troll, and yet I need sleep. Duality is killing me. It's ten p.m. and time is marching. Don't ask me if I know where my [inner fucked up] child is because I don't know! 9:53 p.m. - 05 May 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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