They've been up and at "it" since about 3:30AM. THEY are my thoughts and "it" is the activity they've been engaged in for the past couple of days. I actually climbed out of bed, brushed my teeth, AGAIN, fiddled with a zit coagulating on my face, at the beginning stages of its torment, and then I gargled with mouthwash. I applied some moisturizer on my face... I applied some body butter on my feet. I goofed around in the bathroom mirror... and then I turned off the lights and got back in bed. All strange things to engage in, at 3AM but what's an insomniac to do? I read and completed a book, I flicked my bedside lamp on I flicked it off. I sat up, I laid back down, I fiddled w/ my blanket, I sat up again.

I considered helping myself to one of the fireballs in the small candy dish, on my nightstand and decided I didn't feel like brushing my teeth again, so didn't. Now it's a little past 5AM and here I sit. Initially turning on the computer to read more depressing news on the BBC News website and then deciding to share my fight with sleep with the masses, instead. I’m experiencing stomach pangs… not pangs from hunger… but pangs of anxiety. So many weighty issues, and prospective things to come, I hope. Some things are virtually within my grasp, but are still so far away! It’s downright Tantalus Torture, but I digress. Insomnia is a wicked, wicked nuisance, because now I feel as if my diatribe is beginning to spiral out of control. I’m going to stop now. I am going to stop, I’m going to get back into bed, and I will lie there for another 45 minutes, staring up at the ceiling, when I should be laying there with my eyes closed. Pardon me while I go adjust my alarm clock. ...