Sleeping Is A Waste Of Time

Made some noise with Koa. We play well together now. It's a good feeling. We need a poet.

Edwin's place is cool. Listened to some Super Furry Animals, reminisced about the past, and made plans for the future.

Hit Borders with Marie and lost myself in the pages of Architecture and Graphic Design books.

Got home and tried to take care of a couple of items on my million-item to-do list. Not enough time. The clock is ticking in the midnight hours. Have to sleep again. God, you got food and sleep backwards. Instead of sleeping eight hours a day and eating for two, I would love to eat different foods eight hours a day and sleep for two. Sleep is a waste of time...unless you have an amazing dream. But that amazing dream comes once a week at best. The other six nights it is either nothingness or some nightmares. My favorite thing about sleeping is waking up.

Krassy Can Listen To It: "Pale Blue Eyes" by The Velvet Underground