Thoughts, at oh-dark-thirty
Jan. 11th, 2009 06:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
green_dreamsApparently I've gotten *way* too used to waking up to let Sierra out.
Tired, and awake, and sicker of job applications than I could possibly have conceived. Also vaguely hungry, and thinking Whitman's "I Sing the Body Electric" is one of those poems that I suspect is vastly more referenced than read, and that is saddening.
Also cold.
Going to go have tea--something without caffeine--and hopefully then I can get back to sleep.
Tired, and awake, and sicker of job applications than I could possibly have conceived. Also vaguely hungry, and thinking Whitman's "I Sing the Body Electric" is one of those poems that I suspect is vastly more referenced than read, and that is saddening.
Also cold.
Going to go have tea--something without caffeine--and hopefully then I can get back to sleep.
