20 September 2005

Booby, Thy Name is Joe

Another night of insomnia, fretting over stuff I can't control. I shake my fist at the Gods of Love. Or maybe it's the Gods of Unrequited Love. Or both.

Anyway, this is what you look like when you can't sleep at 3 a.m. Thank God(s) that in photography, color covers a multitude of sins:

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