Not even an hour later, and I'm slipping downward again. My eyelids are heavy, and so is my head. I'd be crawling back into bed if Jb wasn't home. But he is, so I'll fight it and try to hang on. I want so much to sleep. I eat the last piece of bread and butter that's been sitting next to me all morning, and smoke.
Friday, May 16, 2008
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