stress-related insomnia sucks. i have exhausted my options for dealing with it and must now go lie in bed for a few hours. but first a poem from rob’s amazing poem generator:
minor snafu with just sitting there, was shocked to kick and made it only been so they all went GO home together which stunned me how to be dropped us decided to the grinch which i say that we spend thanksgiving with a very very much, louder and i guess. when dad spend thanksgiving day so i came back, were eight spouts you know to be taken of a store is that goes like a few of my hands instead; of left and then the world has a computer for that. i took a wedding band. funny how yahtzee is good. home.