Jan 3, 2002
Pasta, cold and flavorless as my dreams
Sleep will not come. And then only in brief, unsatisfying spurts. I do wake at nice measured moments. This time it was at 4:45 A.M. I got the email monkey off my back and then ate leftover pasta that I couldn't taste. In a few hours, I will be expected at work. What of that?
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