I can't sleep.
It's 1 am. The Strange wind is howling outside my window. My stove makes odd whining noises. And no matter how long I lay in my bed with my eyes closed and the covers wrapped around me, I can't get my neck comfortable on the pillow and I have random song lyrics running through my head.
It's going to be an early morning. And I have an interview.
I wish I could sleep.
13 years ago
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