23 June 2001
From one side it goes in and out to the other
I absorb very little but it’s fine since all’s in paper
Some more shut eye’s what I need
Get it over with, this I heed
The first hour is where we be
Ten more I fear
By then I’ll most likely look like a zombie
It’s like we have a zillion pages to cover
Right now we’re on the 7th
Oh god, when will this be over?
The words he speaks have some semblance of humor
But it’s all lost as I’m in some sort of stupor.