insomnia

Couldn't sleep, so I turned the light back on, rolled over and read some more poetry. Found this:

Sweden is a lousy place
Paris is a lousy place

the executioner cut off the
wrong heads

when you left
you left behind
3 pairs of panties
and I'm too fat to
wear them

--Charles Bukowski

Every time I start to think that it's time to put this down for something else, there is something like that.

Soon, sleeping pills!