many passtimes i should not be doing right now. sleeping, not one of the ones i should not be doing, but the one i am failing to do the most. ha ha. i use modifiers in excess, and starting tomorrow i just might try to remove such words as so very much from me mouths. tomorrow, what else will i do? moan, maybe, at my aching legs, but with pride in my complaints. drink coffee and watch a baby breathe, walk through the brush and bask in the over-alls.
every day i: caffeinate myself with varying degrees of fervor, prop open my eyes, proverbially, with toothpicks, and bat them until it's dark enough to drown into bed.
