Archive for October 8th, 2005
Sleep
“Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care,
The death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
Chief nourisher in life’s feast.”
Having no reason to stay up late anymore, and having all the reasons to sleep early, but I just can’t.
And no, it’s not the coffee. It could be the thoughts and tears, but not the coffee.
Currently: 
Sleepy
