another peck out of the shell 05-21-2005

I'm hungry again. Will this hunger ever end? Will I ever be thin? Visions of warm strawberry milk swirl inside my head as my digestive juices eddy in concert. 6 + 8 = 14. I'll be up at 2pm or 3 or 4. Must turn my phone off. Thom York shall lull me to sleep or Lenny Kravitz or Bono. Got stuff to do. But above all, must sleep.