one more chance at sleep...

12:45am... thursday.
broke.
again.
anxiety.
always...
a pretty gal made me lamb stew last night.
shared my bed.
i watched her sleep.
i love her hands...
my dog vladimir vomited yellow bile
under my record cabinet this morning
and i've yet to clean it up.
she has a loose screw and the heart of a saint.
i love her brown eyes...
but those things
and those girls
were then...
this is now.
the only thing relevant is the last can of hamm's
and one more chance to get a good nights sleep...
shit, i need it...
tired.
always...
12:53am
alone in a basement.
i guess it's actually friday.
whatever.
one more chance at sleep...
i need it.