Monday, April 26, 2004
There IS no God, pt. 1
Right now, my bed is the perfect temperature for sleeping: Freezing cold, so that when the boys and I jump it, I can yank up the down and warm it up with my body heat, and they can curl up on either side and snooze to our heart's content.
But I? Have been up since 7, because I couldn't fall back to sleep. Sigh.
But I? Have been up since 7, because I couldn't fall back to sleep. Sigh.