My Rock and Roll Fanasty, Clad in Leather Fanasty

The Night of the Living Un-Undead

I feel like a living zombie right now. I updated my poetry book. Eleven fucking chapters and the same thing over and over again. It's called 'Late Night Poets with a Plethora of Pointless Poems' if you want to check it out. I'm not that surprised if you don't read it at all, really.

I'm debating on whether or not I should go to sleep or not. I've had, what, like 3 cups of caffeinated tea, a cup of coffee, and a can of pop and candy and caffeine has the opposite effect on me so I'm tired as freakin' hell.

Anywho, I might listened to some music and then fall asleep. Maybe Robert Plant's solo stuff and or some Jethro Tull. Or finish some of Graham Chapman's audiobook for the second time through. Time answers all.

I'm going to sleep. I'll see you all tomorrow with something better to talk about. Goodnight, my fellow rockers. 💚About to fall asleep at any second Geez💜