Wednesday, July 1, 2009

2 more days....

My eyes feel like there made of Plexiglas.. Heavy, foggy, distorted.
Every time they close my eyelashes sandblast across the surface leaving a trail of red scratches.
My old friend insomnia visited me last night. What a good friend to keep me company!
When I gave up on attempting to sleep I down enough coffee to kill a small elephant and jump in the shower. "Two more days Two more days" I chant as a silent prayer to ward off the demons that laugh and mock me! Two more days and then maybe just maybe I will get a weekend of sleep ?