A chat with the Mrs

I composed a "poem". deep in the previous night.
restless. sleepless.

a tag-board msg!
Mrs: you seem so in love!

*wah* how you know?

and then I thought about it (as how all INFPs think too much) - prankster?

maybe yes, probaly not.
It did me good all the same..

or is it just the time, 7am.
I havent slept. Thou I want to.
Performance later.
Die. Need alot of concealer and makeup - gooey makeup.

Thank you! :)