Tonight is restless and I wanted to write about it and the lil thoughts goin through my head. I need a lil stuffed animal or something to hug goodnigh so I can maybe finally find a peaceful rest. I should just sleep till Friday comes around and then sleep through Saturday, drive all day Sunday, be at your house Monday afternoon. Sleep seems so pointless compared to having a nice talk with you. (Don't take anything I said here wrong..."I agree with you" still applies) **The quote in the poem is from Matchbook Romance "If All Else Fails"