i should be asleep.
i hate waking up early.
i have half a mind just to stay up.
i'm too symmetrical.
here's a song...
i wrote it coming home.

I�m going back to the farm
To get what is left of me
Dogs and gnawed bones
Roots of the apple tree

I�ll climb the narrow stairs
And crawl into the hole
Stare into the face of God
Reclaim my very soul

The old man with the beard
Will shake my weak hand
Tell me I�m a child
When I need to be a man

yes...i know...another country song.
on the bright side, the cowboy hat will hide my bald head.