Insomnia Strikes Back
I can’t sleep, something’s all over me,
Greasy. Insomnia please release me,
And let me dream about making mad love on the heath,
Tearing off tights with my teeth.But there’s no relief,
I’m wide awake in my kitchen,
It’s black and I’m lonely,
Oh, if I could only get some sleep…
(Insomnia, Faithless)
Well, actually its Rachel’s kitchen, but otherwise accurate. For some reason, I can’t seem to regulate my sleeping patterns at all when I don’t go to work. Never mind, back to work soon…
December 31st, 2005