the constant hum of the computers makes me sleeply. its like a trance that they steally pull me in. I lay my head down on the table while getting comterable and ready to close my eyes for a well desrived nap.

man o man am I tired today.
I don't even have the energy to analyze what some Crazy wonderful stuff Virginia Woolf did, like "The Mark on the Wall" and "Professions for Women." Some of the stuff I want to comment on is so great. but ya maybe I'll save that for tomorrow, it will give me something to talk about.