WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 14, 2001
the insomnia has begun yet again. i have ceased questioning it, trying to find a reason. it just is. and then, sometime later, usually months later, it just isn't anymore. i'm so f*cked up right now. i feel like i'm on f*cking steriods. my mind's racing, churning out thoughts that make less sense than the dreams i have as i slip into and out of sleep during each minute of the night. my muscles spasm, tense, i can feel my heart beating irregularly. the conspiracies, i can see them, but that is for another day. for today i have other things to do besides write. which is why i end this now instead of my usual rambling on and on about nothing.