Can't sleep. It's 4.40 in the morning. Have been doing a little bit of research online, and have found something very disturbing relating to my last entry. Can't talk about this yet. Except to say that I'm -- in terms Aaron would use -- freaking the fuck out.
Something is amiss. I was right. I was very, very right. Something is very, very amiss.
Am shaking right now, and I don't think it has anything to do with the large quantities of Pepsi I consumed earlier this evening. Have an urge to put on a pot of coffee and pull an all-nighter, maybe just pacing around my house until dawn. Dawn is swiftly approaching. As it is, I've been wandering around the house aimlessly for the past half hour, clutching a battered copy of "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" as though it were an infant. I'm not sure why -- I needed something to clutch and it was closer than my pillow. Something is amiss and I think I know what it is... And it feels like my whole world just got socked in the testicles. Yes, my world has testicles.
Am going to go out for a walk now.
Think I'll bring the coffee and "Zen" with me.
Aaron, check your email...
~H.T.*