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tired, numb. 2005-12-01, 12:44 a.m.
current mood: sleepy...
current song: novocaine for the soul by the eels
life is hard
and so am i
you better give me something
so i don't die
novocaine for the soul
before i sputter out
life is white
and i am black
jesus and his lawyer
are coming back
oh my darling
will you be here
before i sputter out
guess who's living here
with the great undead
this paint-by-numbers life
is fucking with my head
once again
life is good
and i feel great
cause mother says i was
a great mistake
novocaine for the soul
you'd better give me something
to fill the hole
before i sputter out
i'm pretty tired. i did a lot today, was up and about like a normal person for most of the day except for the little nappy i got in between shopping with the medic and picking up little brother from school. i couldn't sleep last night so once again, i've been running on like 3 1/2 hours total in the 36 i've been up. yay me. i'm in that tired stage where the ashtray is full of butts and i'm just a little numb all over; my skin anticipating the feel of the bedsheets, and my head longing for the pillow.
i'll stop torturing myself and go. i just thought i'd type a little something into this little white box before i hit the dusty trail. i'm going to go crawl in next to my jeremy.
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