I'm tired and the heartbeat of stilehttos on the cold pavement only makes the thought of sleep more alluring. I'm tired of frilly designs dressing ordinary ideas in sexy lingerie and I'm tired of you expecting to see the moon on cloudy days. We all know not everyday can have a sun and moon. The daily grind, or lack there of, is killing me. Routine is my only escape and its the only way to keep things steady. You hate when everything is the same and you hate when everything is unplanned. I hate the way you hate that.