Life understood about men but could NEVER tell her?” “What’s the one thing you desperately wish the woman in your My friend Michael Fiore recently asked over 20,000 men… It was one way to tune out the voices that babbled like the gush of a
I stared at the cracks running through the plaster in the far corner of the cafeteria, imagining patterns I suppose this was my form of sleep-if sleep was defined as the inert state between active periods. The tedium was not something I grew used to every day seemed more impossibly monotonous than the last. Or was purgatory the right word? If there was any way to atone for my sins, this ought to count toward the tally in some measure. This was the time of day when I wished I were able to sleep.
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