I've only had two hours sleep.
It's already 9:23pm.
I'm just trying to finish this thing... just have to figure one this one sentence.
But I can't.
So, I've gone online.
Just went to Shiloah's blog, where she has publicly quoted lyrics from Mandy Moore's song to show her love. I can't believe how much she's in love. (Actually, I should... considering I've got friends who are very much in love and would probably do something along the same line of professing their undying love).
Anyway, it just reminded me of this song...
I Could Write a Book
If they asked me I could write a book
About the way you walk, and whisper and look
I could write the preface on how we met
So the world would never forget
And the simple secret of the plot
Is just to tell them that I love you a lot
Then the world discovers as my book ends
How to make two lovers of friends
I gave her a copy.
Sang it to her once.
But she left.
I bumped into her last Friday.
Of all the cafes and all the coffee shops in the world I had to walk into that one.
I could've decided to go into the Starbucks next door, but I didn't.
I just had to go to Figaro.
And there she was.
With her new hair-do.
She's my Mr. Big. (So, does that make her Miss Big? I think she'd be insulted by that name.)
Anyway...
It's 9:30pm.
I still need to think of that one line and finally go home.