Cannot sleep. Cannot get any decent sleep. Been two weeks. Been two freaking weeks of lighted nights. Cannot keep my eyes open in the day, cannot close them at night. If only this is just a prose, or an elm street chuckle.
This is ticking me off, badly. Mood is not swinging. Swung and stuck.
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Did not keep track and is December already. In fact, it is late December. Like fingers in a bowl of jello, incredibly surreal and messy.
Resolutions. Resolve to read their journal entries that have missed. Resolve to use the camera even when not on business trips. Resolve to sleep.
° give me a break