May 19, 2005

3AM Eternal
It's a little like that feeling when you don't get enough sleep. There's a fog on everything. People seem to talk too fast. Or not loud enough.

But I'm getting enough sleep, and I'm still walking around in that haze. I'm walking in it all day long. It's enough sleep if you count the hours.

They are strange hours. A few hours here, a few hours there. I'm awake at strange hours. Some hours here, some hours there.

The worst is 3AM. No one is on at 3AM. Except that girl in Thailand.

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