Woke up around a half past ten
Can’t believe that I’m late again
Put down about a quart of caffine
To start my post and then
I grabbed my jeans off the floor and I hit the door,
Just the same old same
It goes to show
You never know
When everything’s about to change
Will everything change?
Will I survive?
At least I've tried.
And, reader, yeah. The blogger is back.