Okay, so... Insomnia?

Yeah, FUCK YOU, insomnia.

Fuck you, brain.

Fuck you, wanting to smoke so bad it is a physical hurt.

Fuck you, two hours of sleep and very few fun reasons for it.

Fuck you, developing headache.

Fuck you, inability to let anything go.

Fuck you all, very much. Kindly go fuck yourselves, now, so I can get soem fucking sleep before I have to go to fucking work to-fucking-morrow.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

Few things of note:

1) Emotions are weird

2) I am extremely fucking tired.

3) I don't do "jealousy," so much as deep emotional and conceptual greed. This means I don't want what others have to the exclusion of their having it, so much as I want to not be excluded; I want to know what's going on, and not have it set specifically outside the sphere of my experience.

4) I am Extremely. Fucking. Tired.

5) I don't remember what five was going to be, because I'm so god damn tired

This was a very good weekend by any measure except "How Much Sleep Did You Get?" and "Were You A Mopey Fucker?" And all the other components overshadow those two, I think.

I won't know for sure until I'm able to think about everything that happened this weekend, without said thinking being done through some kind of haze of carnival madness and insomnia.

So good night, I think.