How anyone can deal with insomnia, I have no idea. I don't take drugs (initially spelled 'drungs'). No alcohol tonight. I have a migrane. My body knows it's tired; that's why I initially crawled into bed at 9:45. My brain can't and won't shut off. How Anthony can handle this on a daily/nightly basis, I have no idea. I'm sick of dealing with this. I've had this problem nearly all week. It's always taken me a long time to fall asleep, but I knew when I was getting closer and closer to unconsciousness. This is insane. I don't think my bro calling at 10:15 helped either. In my writhing and rage-filled half moan/half screams of insanity, I had to roll/fall out of bed to turn off the annoying ring that is my cellphone.

Someone is also pounding on the side of my fucking house. Stop stop stop stop stop stop stop now.

When I feel like this I have fucked up semi-conscious dreams. Tonight I was stabbed and beaten, in two separate 'dreams.' I want something to put me to sleep, and for once, I can honestly say there isn't anything around my house for me to take that will help with that.

Edit: I did have a dream this morning that I bought the couch from the Yuppiebucks on Olympic and San Vicente.  I know why I did it, but I think it's odd that the employees there gave it up without a fight.  I think I took one of the big chairs too.  Oh yah, and there was no traffic on San Vicente as well.  Now we all really know it was a dream.

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