|"With insomnia, you're never really asleep and you're never really awake."
||[May. 3rd, 2008|11:36 am]
Insomnia must die a horrible, painful death. I'm not usually this vengeful but hey...I haven't gotten a decent night's sleep in over two weeks so now, Insomnia, it's personal! It's been almost a year since this magnitude of a problem has hit me and ouch, how it hurts! Additionally, I think it's begun to steal my power to reason.
In other news, I LOVE Blind Guardian's The Curse of Feanor and it's giving me a constantly renewable source of energy (YES, that's America's final solution: run the cars of the future on songs!). And WHAT a song:
...Don't fear the eyes of the dark lord!
"Morgoth!" I cried,
"All hope is gone but I swear revenge--
Hear my oath!
I will take part in your damned fate..."
In conclusion, perhaps if I get some sleep I can start writing deep, meaningful pieces of writing again! I feel like doing so, but any attempt at this point would result in my contemplation of a random stream of chaotic, groggy, misspelled words. Yeah. Something feels meaningful, but it's certainly not my brain. So, good evening everybody!--or, good day!--or whatever the heck this is called.