I have so much I want to tell you. I think rather than a lack of life, I suffer from an overabundance (Waking Life). At last, it seems that way to me. Why else is it that I can't seem to get to bed before 11? Last night I fell into a dead sleep after reading myself to sleep. Normally, I wake up in the middle of the night to turn off the reading light. This morning, I didn't even remember falling asleep reading. Stone dead asleep.
When will I fall down? Toad is good... I was thirsty for this music, and it's been awhile.
Just make sure you're around when I finally have something to say.
