Is It Tomorrow Yet?
12:24 am. Yup.
Ah, insomnia is a beautiful thing. Especially when one has one's laptop by one's bedside.
A Random Poem
All last night I wouldn't sleep,
I tried to stay awake,
I'd make it 'til the break of day,
No matter what it'd take.
I get up and sneak downstairs,
My footsteps make no sound,
I open my computer to,
See who was around.
I logged in to my account,
And typed this random song,
But I'd better hurry back upstairs,
Before my mother comes along.
I wrote that as it came. Pretty good, eh?
~Bf
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