When Sheep Cannot Sleep

Breakfast - Toast, Milo

Lunch - Fried Rice

Dinner - Tilapia and Potatoes

I stole this idea from Shazri (good writers borrow and great writers steal). Lyrics
that grab me by the throat:

 “Music seems to help the pain, seems to cultivate the brain.
Doctor kindly tell your wife that I’m alive,” Pink Floyd – Take up Thy
Stethoscope and Walk

 “If looks could really kill, then my profession would be
staring,” Brand New – I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Lights

 “I shot a man in Reno,
just to watch him die,” Johnny Cash - Folsom Prison Blues

 “Heaven send hell away, no one sings like you anymore,”
Chris Cornell/Soundgarden – Black Hole Sun

 “Then you know just what I am… the scare that triggers your
fear,” Coheed & Cambria – Delirium Trigger

 “I had time to waste, it’s dead and buried. You’ve got guts
to spill, but no one trustworthy,” Alkaline Trio – Time to Waste

 “I got a bad, bad feeling; that my baby don’t live here no
more… that’s okay, I’ve still got my guitar,” Jimi Hendrix – Red House

 “I will touch the sky or I will die trying,” Thrice – The
Melting Point of Wax

 “What if forensics finds the answers, what if they stole my
fingerprints?” At the Drive-in – Metronome Arthritis

 As you can probably guess, this is just stuff that’s been
running around in my (empty) head lately. These might not even be the right
words. Sometimes, I’m stupid like that.