will come too early. i know i should be asleep right now.
but i am not.
monday will come too soon. time flies by too fast, i hate to spend it sleeping. oddly enough, i love sleep, but feel this need to remain awake, in every sense of the word.
i know, i know. tomorrow will come anyway.
*sigh* off to bed. thanks for listening to me ramble.
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