Frustrations

My frustrations are building up like a pile of unpaid bills. The moutain seems quite insurmountable! Gotta chug, chug, chug on through to the other side.

Oh Sweet Slumber...

How evasive thou art. i search for you late in the evening and early in the morning, but somehow i cannot reach you. i search for you high up on a moutain and down the low valley...and still cannot reach you. i run after you with my hair flying back hoping to rest my heavy head upon your shoulders. however, it is not meant to be. you somehow still manage to escape me. oh sweet slumber, how i wish you would indulge me.