I can't sleep. Not very well, anyway. I've checked my friends page about 2653157810 times and no one is updating except for the cryptic page, and I don't even know what to say to those entries half of the time. I need to go out, spend the evening on my roof and watch the sun peek over the hills until everything is lit in that warm orange glow. It's almost as nice as a sunset, but you really can't compare the two. You can't compare being alone to spending a moment with another.
I'll sign online for an hour or so, if anyone wants to tell me something.
Tossing and turning in tangled sheets sweat on my skin and trying not to think of you.