What a messed up age; 27 and it hasn't even been a month yet. although I must say it is much better than 26, and even more so than 25. maybe it is to be my best year. or pehaps I just could/just should care less. it is much too trivial to place happiness on an age.
That's what sleeplessness does though I guess. it turns a man (or woman) into what i've become on this night.
fuzzy.