THe Meaning of Sleep

Once upon a time.... in a place that was dark and forgotten there was this girl. She was young... well over 18 put still naive about the world... and she sat on her best friends lap in between two boys who were discussing threesomes... Now being young ... and drunk there was nowhere else in the world this girl would be... and she was talking some stuff that really shouldnt come out of young girls mouths (altho im sure she was talking about things going in young girls mouths... but anyways).... even if they are legal... Now of those guys... one of them got her number snd called her the next day.... and they have been friends happily ever after....

I went to visit Bhodi last night.. well i went to visit a lot of pple last night.. but Bhodi was significant and .... he was alive... not saying Bhodi is normally dead.. but he was the Bhodi i fell in love with at 18.... (oy dont get the wrong idea i still love you now) anyways it was all because he slept...
and i wondered... is there that huge a difference in me when i dont sleep.. you see im always me to me.. haha but i asked Liz and Liz says you can always tell how much sleep ive had by how i act... and then i remembered Dad saying you always go loopy Angela when you havent had enough sleep and get sentimental....
hmmmm and i hate my job when i havent slept.. but i love the challenge when i have.. maybe there is something to glean of this.. or maybe it is something ive always known but choose to ignore....

I also went and saw Jar Head... and i loved it.. brilliant movie i recommend to all..