I wish I could fly.
I don't know why getting to bed before 3am is such an impossibility, but I'm coming to accept it. Which isn't a good thing.
I'm so tired. I'm so tired that I'm not tired, and my head is full of a million thoughts. Things I can't even begin to make sense of, let alone verbalize to another human being. That's the worst. Having many things going on inside your head but knowing that had you someone to talk about the whole sordid mess of thought anyway, it wouldn't make a difference because the entire conversation dealing with said thoughts would only add to your confusion about the real issue.
Now that's a sentence that I don't want to relive.
And so, in conclusion (and back to Comm 101, I take it), I digress.
Yes. Once again, I am about to stray from any real issues that I may have been about to discuss. Mainly because I'm sleepy and wouldn't make much sense to anyone but myself, and partly because I'm sleepy and can't seem to find the path in my head that was leading to that 'moment of clairity' that I so often seek out on nights like these.
It's gone. Gone forever.
My head is tired.
