No, actually, it's sitting here listening to Willie Nelson repeatedly. That's probably the bottom of the barrel.
This could indicate the presence of very serious psychiatric conditions that require immediate attention. Continual listening to Willie Nelson can also lead to clinical depression, chemical dependency, Bi-Polar Disorder, the Bends, and Rabbititus.
Total abstinence is your only hope.
The face of sin today often wears the mask of tolerance.
No, actually, it's sitting here listening to Willie Nelson repeatedly. That's probably the bottom of the barrel.
This could indicate the presence of very serious psychiatric conditions that require immediate attention. Continual listening to Willie Nelson can also lead to clinical depression, chemical dependency, Bi-Polar Disorder, the Bends, and Rabbititus.
In sympathy I am responding, albeit belatedly to your insomnia. I can't stand the mornings and I love the night. If I could, id sleep all day and work at night. I seem to get more done and I just enjoy being able to go on walks during the middle of a southern night.
And crawling on the planet's face Some insects called the human race Lost in time And lost in space...and meaning
Mercury wrote:In sympathy I am responding, albeit belatedly to your insomnia. I can't stand the mornings and I love the night. If I could, id sleep all day and work at night. I seem to get more done and I just enjoy being able to go on walks during the middle of a southern night.
Oh me too Mercury. The air feels so marvelous at night doesn't it?
I bet it's humid where you are. I love southern nights!
Mercury wrote:In sympathy I am responding, albeit belatedly to your insomnia. I can't stand the mornings and I love the night. If I could, id sleep all day and work at night. I seem to get more done and I just enjoy being able to go on walks during the middle of a southern night.
Oh me too Mercury. The air feels so marvelous at night doesn't it?
I bet it's humid where you are. I love southern nights!
Me too.
I pace when I am on the phone so I go out into my backyard and walk from end to end while chatting (at night, of course).
And crawling on the planet's face Some insects called the human race Lost in time And lost in space...and meaning