Where Procrastination Meets Apathy - I won't care tomorrow.

     So... tired.... need.... sleep. And damnit all I have to wait eight hours before I can get said sleep. I had to get up at 2:30 yesterday morning to get to work, pull in my eight and a half hours, didn't have enough time to sleep, shower, change into my tux, steal my dad's truck to pick up my equipment for my gig in the middle of a FRIGGIN' MONSOON(!!!), drive to the opposite side of town, do my gig for the next seven hours, drive back, dump off the equipment, drive to my house, get Drea to follow me to my dad's girlfriend's house (which is on the far far FAR south side of town), ride back, and crash for all of an hour and a half before getting up and going back to work for eight and a half hours. *deep inhalation of breath* Yes... sleep... please... now...

Grant me sweet slumber,
Grant me caressing rest.
Allow me the blackest night,
Allow me the dreamer's sight.
Send me to the Marches,
Send me to the Scape.
Off into the dreamworld,
Where from this place I'll escape.

     Boy, where the hell did that come from?