Thursday, January 03, 2008

A Crick in Time

It's 3:30 in the morning and I can't sleep because my generalized self-loathing has flared up alongside an unshakable crick in the neck. I'm much more awake and alert right now than I will be when I'm at work in a few hours.

I feel like going outside in the bitter cold to run through the empty streets as fast as I can in order to wear myself down and maybe induce sleep. It won't work, though. I've tried it.

The only thing to do at this late hour is wait the spiral out until it collapses of exhaustion and hope I don't say or do anything to make things more unpleasant in the meantime.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Dude, would it kill you to burn a Jehovah?
Mucho luv,