Stop Me If I'm Repeating Myself

"Every word is nonsense but I understand it all.
Oh, Lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing."

An oldie but goodie (Anna Begins - Counting Crows)


The problem with resolving to yourself not to talk anymore about the weather or lack of sleep is that the only thing left to talk about is reality. That terrifies me.

On a Roll

Two nights of good sleep in a row (quality if not quantity, anyway). Maybe this week is finally starting to look up. Man, I hope so.

Insomnia

I need to find a way to fall asleep soon before I fall apart. The cracks are already starting to show.