"Chaos is the score upon which reality is written."
~Henry Miller
(American Author and Writer, 1891-1980)
Monday, January 22, 2001
any thoughts of snuggling with any warm body flew out the window tonight. Oh well. once again, after 1am I find myself sitting here. I'm seeing a pattern here...not sure I am fond of it, but insomnia is a bitch, is it not?
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