Sunday, July 29, 2001

5 hours. I want so much to give in and just sleep, and yet at the same time, so much to complete this, so finish.



To die, to sleep, and in that sleep perchance to dream.



...What dreams may come?



No, I can't quit just yet. 5 more hours. 300 minutes.



How oft when men are at the point of death have they been merry, which their keepers call a lightning before death. Oh how may I call this a lightning?



If you are sleeping right now, I am green with envy, and would give my right arm to be in your shoes. Or more fitting, to be in your bed. As you can tell, im still watching Shakespeare in Love, as im feeling rather shakesperian. All the world's a stage, and we are but players.



Sleep. My kingdom for sleep. It has become something that no longer even seems real.. and yet vividly real- sleep has a sound and a taste and a smell and oh, certainly a feel. I can not wait to feel it again. Sleep.



I'm considering taking a shower, but im afraid I'll fall asleep in the process, and that just would not be pretty.

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