dead_tired the awful truth the inside of my big toes hurt from seven hours standing work waiting tables drunken jerks and stoned all the time for what it's worth. and i'm ready to collapse asleep anticipate my dreams i'll see and all i know is that i want to be out naturally. but all i know is that i feel the need to write down what is real about working graveyard overnight you come home early you just dont feel right. 060910 what's it to you? who go blather from