Holy hell! September!

I remember September, how have you been doing, old buddy?

YES I KNOW SHES A WOMAN, CHRIST, LEAVE ME ALONE ABOUT IT. I'M TOO LAZY TO UPDATE IT.

I have a hard time waking up. A lot of the time i'm awake, like I am now, but i'm not really awake. That deep feeling in my chest which says 'sleep' hits me whenever I start to do something productive, like the work i've needed to do all labor day weekend. Work completed despite laziness is the mark of a professional, however, and I am most certainly a professional.

Sometimes you're just asleep, like you are when you're born. When you're plucked out of that big gaping void when you're born and you're so angry about it that all you can do is cry and cry because you know the burdens of life are just around the corner. Then we sleep for several years through childhood and it's but a dream. Child Terrors Thats what I had, but thats not the point. You're asleep for a long time after you're born and then you wake up one day and realise you're alive and that you have to STAY AWAKE for the remainder of your days. But this is too hard and then we fall asleep and drift through life again, trying to wake up every day and finding ourselves sitting in the willows of whistfulness as we prepare to do something productive, always preparing, never doing. Frustrating.