23 June 2001
From one side it goes in and out to the other
I absorb very little but itís fine since allís in paper
Some more shut eyeís what I need
Get it over with, this I heed
The first hour is where we be
Ten more I fear
By then Iíll most likely look like a zombie
Itís like we have a zillion pages to cover
Right now weíre on the 7th
Oh god, when will this be over?
The words he speaks have some semblance of humor
But itís all lost as Iím in some sort of stupor.