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Tried to sleep for hours and hours. Tossed and turned, stared at the ceiling. Turned on the light and read the last half of Stranger Than Fiction. Turned off the light. Felt restless and frustrated. Listened to a whole CD. Stared at the ceiling. Punched my pillow. Then just gave up and got up. Thinking too fast and too much. I get a deja vu as my head runs away without me, and I struggle to keep up with a mind too slow for its thoughts.