a heart with a twist of lemon

so i have probably counted enough sheep to weave a new red wool sweater for fat albert. if you can weave wool that is. i am not sure. but it seems as though i am stuck on west coast time and then some. so i figure what better way to put myself to sleep than write a blog entry then read it. warm milk would just taste gross. so for this to work the entry probably has to be really long and pointless, with very little action. no explosions, special effects or bus 16 rides. just typing. typing letters that make words. typing letters like z in hopes of achieving some zzzzzzzzzz's. it also helps to just type because my mind gets really focused when i want to sleep sometimes. it is as if it is filled to full with thoughts and ideas. and in order to sleep i need to empty my head. so i am emptying my consciousness right now. underoath is probably not the music i should be listening to as a lullaby to sleep. ok i just changed it from underoath to unwed sailor. much more soothing. did you know if you frame a poster it can look really classy? i framed one of my band posters and it looks like art in a muesuem. i think tbs is having a bruce willis marathon this late night or early morning. but this entry has no action, so i need to turn off the tv. bruce willis only makes action movies. plus the noise is disrupting the sounds of unwed sailor. the sun is sleeping. i should be too. because even though the sun went to bed before me, i still have to wake up about the same time as the sun. so the sun will be all bright and chipper and i will be groggy with bloodshot eyes. red bloodshot eyes, red like the new wool sweater i can make fat albert with all the sheep i am counting.

goodnight/goodmorning.