5am
jennifer
Tuesday
just
look
at
your
pager
and
laugh
out
loud
000508
...
tourist
The
sun's
not
even
up
!
It's
cold
and
the
damn
dogs
are
whining
to
go
out
.
I
drag
my
ass
out
of
bed
pull
on
clothes
let
the
youngest
out
of
her
cage
take
the
long
walk
put
her
up
after
she
has
something
to
drink
give
her
some
food
.Get
out
the
older
one
who's
awake
now
,
take
her
on
the
long
walk
bring
her
in
water
and
feed
her
put
her
back
in
the
kennel
.
The
suns
still
not
up
I
undress
and
crawl
back
into
bed
for
another
hour
and
a
half
that
turned
out
to
be
some
of
the
best
REM
sleep
I'd
had
in
months
.
Maybe
those
dogs
are
worth
it
after
all
.
I
love
dreaming
.
001205
...
Thyartshallshant
You
dont
know
what
5
AM
really
is
until
you
stay
up
blathering
and
look
at
your
computers
clock
and
realize
its
5
AM
... espeically
when
you
do
it
three
nights
in
a
row
;)
001231
...
User24
is
a
very
bad
time
of
the
day
.
030606
...
rubydee
for
the
last
few
mornings
the
sky
has
been
crystal
clear
from
the
first
hints
of
sunrise
through
the
morning
calls
of
songbirds
cats
coming
and
going
sophie
has
her
breakfast
outside
to
play
by
7
:30
coffee
then
back
inside
for
books
around
nine
npr
switches
to
classical
and
the
sky
gets
darker
clouds
move
into
the
valley
a
thick
haze
covers
the
hillsides
thunderstorms
build
all
day
culminating
in
an
awesome
release
when
the
humidity
can't
go
any
higher
and
the
gardens
are
starting
to
wilt
a
fantastic
downpour
pinging
a
tin
roof
quickly
it
subsides
leaving
a
swollen
creek
and
puddles
for
stomping
pricked
legs
evidence
of
the
rich
mosquito
population
030619
...
jane
five
a
.m.
is
my
midnight
030619
...
User24
see
also
:
3am
030623
...
splinken
this
is
when
it
all
starts
.
030625
...
girl_jane
At
least
I
was
home
before
the
sun
came
up
...
030625
...
phil
splinken
starts
thinking
again
?
030703
...
FA113N
I
can't
sleep
.
I
have
woken
up
every
hour
.
Sprawled
in
the
middle
of
the
bed
,
The
sheets
twisted
around
my
legs
A
testament
to
my
thrashing.
Oh
god
,
the
quiet
night
is
cruel
,
Reflecting
only
fears
,
And
with
no
ghost
to
soothe
me
I
fall
back
into
a
fitful
sleep
Hoping
to
dream
of
my
dead
father
And
not
your
lips
.
130125
...
in a silent way
the
tipping
point
between
not
late
enough
and
far
too
late
,
when
night
starts
to
bleed
into
a
new
day
that's
already
begun
.
130125
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
