Friday, May 21, 2004

How can anyone knock sleep? After a full twelve hours (yes, half a day) of fitful sleep, I feel brand new again. Almost.

Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

How simple are those four lines yet they move me. Especially now. Thinking about ALVIS, that guy on the Ep Forum I didn't even know, but can relate to so much, especially his end. What must it be like to have a father who cares for you so little that he would kill you? Now I know. A few years ago I had a dream that my father was shoving me off a balcony. I told my mother, who laughed and promptly related it to my dad, who was confused.

Misha at Friday, May 21, 2004

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