What the fuck am I doing awake?
Hey everybody! 3 in the morning, and I find myself in one of those periodic bouts of insomina that I experience. Inconvenient, as not only am I supposed to be sleeping of the last of the post-Folkie, post-Kate lurgy thing that has had me in it's grip since Thursday, but I'm getting up in the morning to do necessary stuff.
Actually, I shouldn't call it insomnia. I'm just so damned awake! Not at all tired.
It is a cruel joke!
Actually, I shouldn't call it insomnia. I'm just so damned awake! Not at all tired.
It is a cruel joke!