Hm. Withdrawal symptoms kicking in. Sleep needed I guess, but refusal to retreat to the comfort of my bed shows just how screwed up my mood is. Lovely.

Why must I miss people? I'm feeling oddly alone and desperate for ...salvation? Yes this is Trace's sleep state talking. Woohoo. I am drug-free dammit. I am going to start seeing sheep draggingme toward my bed just now....no no wait..the little lambies from Sesame Street...they soo rock.

Lambies is a damn cool word by the way. That reminds me.
To quote Mary Engelbreit and her cool shit - " Life is just a chair of bowlies". Talk about tangents Trace. Sheesh.