CAN'T SLEEP.
FUCK.
Why does it have to be right on a Sunday night when you have to be up in five hours that the insomnia hits? Your mind just starts running circles around itself like a dog that just swallowed a pound of crack and all you can think of is Ohshitileftthesinkrunning or Mittensmittensmittensforkittens or even Willmycardoorbefrozentomorrow?
I think we all know the answer to that one.
Yeah, it'll be fucking frozen.
Damn, that IS bracing.