(Tuesday morning blog lite)
"Sleep, those little slices of death, how I loathe them."
-Edgar Allen Poe
On October 3, 1849, Poe was found on the streets of Baltimore delirious, "in great distress, and... in need of immediate assistance", according to the man who found him, Joseph W. Walker. Some sources say Poe's final words were "Lord help my poor soul." - wikipedia
