I feel like a Matchbox 20 song right now.
Only I’m brain dead. And can’t move. And can’t write. And can’t sleep.
I just have this song going through my head.
And two unfinished papers.
I feel like a Matchbox 20 song right now.
Only I’m brain dead. And can’t move. And can’t write. And can’t sleep.
I just have this song going through my head.
And two unfinished papers.