7 July, 2004
Must... sleep...
When I start hurling unopened cans of Coke across the yard for no better reason than exhausted petulance, the insomnia is getting pretty bad.
That's an extraordinarily uncharacteristic thing to do, and definitely not a source of pride.
So why write about it? Oh, I don't know.
Posted by Ministry at 01:30
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