Sleep is [not] for Suckers

There are probably 20,000 other posts I could be writing right now, but I am too tired to pen something witty about vampire sparkley bits. If you had to be me, you would say, "Holy Crow!' And then stab yourself in the face and hope a vampire comes to make you pretty...

Make me pretty!

Some of you may already know this, but I am one of those people. You know, the ones who don't quite operate along the same lines as the rest of the universe.

I will take full responsibility for leaving the lights in my truck on. But when I actively tried to fix the situation, was it my fault that my battery couldn't be charged with the basic car to car jump? Was it my fault that the police pulled up within seconds of Steve double parking on a 3 lane one way street? Was it my fault that my phone died before I could call roadside assistance?

Was it my fault that the box I used to prop open the door at work was too light?

Was it my fault that mall security didn't have a master key to let me back into the bakery?

I might be cursed, but at least the universe likes me enough to send a handful of competent people my way to help me out of my predicaments. But--

Oh, Hi Edward. I forget that you like to sneak up on people sometimes... What was that? No, no. I don't need you in all of my posts. GOSH. But still... [cue swelling orchestral music]

It might be nice

to have

someone like you

around

It might be nice

to be like you

When the sun goes down

I am young

But old enough to make

mistakes

I am fortunes fool

Pirite bright ahead

lights my path

Disaster is my wake

When the sun goes down

I have tried

many sleepless nights

to find a way

to change

Maybe I

should try to find a way

to stay

the same

When the sun goes down

eye to eye
let's make a trade
take your time
when you take my time
away

When the sun goes down

I would like, to know, what it is, that makes it sparkle

when the sun goes down