Jun 16, 2005 03:31
I’m restless.
Not in terms of my soul, my conscience, or what have you, etc…
I just can’t fucking fall asleep.
I don’t even begin to understand why every time I turn the bolt on the front door to the house and I’m ready to drop that I hit some kind of second wind. I don’t keep ridiculous enough hours for that to be the immediate culprit to the sad situation I’ve had on my hands the past few nights.
You can’t fall asleep when your brain is swimming.
You just can’t.
The radio buzzing off the walls at 11:50 am. The interview tomorrow. The closet wardrobe and the potential candidates. The words I should address and watch myself avoid on a day to day basis.
When I was little, I could fold my comforter in half and regardless of what was underneath it, I could sleep like that. Hot dog style, respectively. Not sure of the allure, but psychologically, this and having the television on at all times remain my most loyal outlets of passing out. But it isn’t helping tonight.
3:22 am really isn’t helping tonight.
Long days loom on respective sides of the bed.