2004-01-20 - 2:05 a.m.
I can feel my focus sliding off the well polished hood of something I ought to have been working for.
"It's not too late", says upbeat Andy, smiling like an upside-down gravestone somewhere in the back of my mirror. Up front its not pretty, scruffy, tangled, bloodshot and defeated.
Is this the guy she kissed? Maybe I was a mercy fuck.
I don't know how sleep works, I just slow down a little and it happens. Sometimes easy, sometimes impossible. It's a crapshoot.
My "Online" light is blinking a nasty red, I wonder if this is even going to work...
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