it's coming

i feel like a serial killer whose been on the run, clarice. hiding here and there, and always just a half step ahead of my hunters. no time for sleep, or eats, or relaxing or even really thinking--just stay alive and free.

and now, having been caught (or solved the problems i was having to keep the metaphor straight) i can feel the sleep coming. i can feel the tension easing out of me and the adrenaline that's kept me running these long days is evaporating through my skin.

and it will be glorious.

but first, FIFA.
well, really first Scrubs. then FIFA.
then

yes then,
sleep.