I'm not sure what I did to jack up my sleeping patterns again, but it's been done. At 3am, quietness is a deep blue. At 4am, I have given up trying to get to sleep. 10am comes around and in all its bright yellow wakefulness, my weary head looks to my pillow in jealousy.
I blame Oliver.
To the left, to the left,
If you want to leave be my guest you can step
Feelin irreplaceable listenin to Beyonce
Well ok, I'll put you out on your B-day
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