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It's fuckin past 6 in the morning and I still can't fuckin sleep. So uncool. I work a 9 hour shift in under 12 hours now and if I don't get to sleep I'm gonna be so fucked. I've been writing in this fuckin LJ entirely too much lately, n it's mainly cause it helps me sleep somehow so heregoes. Don't you just fuckin hate havin a head fulla thoughts around bed time. Been thinkin so much lately cause I been so sober, and sometimes there will be really long periods of dead time so what else can one do but think. Thinking is good, but it can definitely also be your worst enemy. Right now though it seems my worst enemy is insomnia. Though that seems to be triggered by the thinking. Hhhhmmmm. Turns out piranha's aren't vicous predators at all:(, they mainly eat insects and plant's and the reason they are in such large groups is primarily as self defense against bigger fish. There are some things you were just better off not knowing and this was definitely one of them. Too anyone who actually reads this, I'm sorry I guess it's kind of like a ripple effect of pain. Then again I doubt there are many who would be as affected by this as me. Today I helped lead a prayer. It was quite funny. Despite there good intentions I think those salvation army people are stupid based on the food they give out. Candy n shit. You think homeless people need candy. Sure they probably wouldn't turn it down but like they're all malnourished give em something healthy. Love is feeiiioooucked. I'm really gettin the urge to write again tho. It seems that only comes during periods of distress. Maybe soon I shall resume work on 500 tabs later. Man one day I will have that book done and it will be a work of art. It's prettymuch all, already in my head and it is beautiful. I kinda hate time right now. I wish I could stop time, or go back in time or relive a certain moment in time, but alas time is about as unstoppable as gravity or death. Or Chuck Norris. Man I'm lame. Seriously though like wtf. I need sleeeeep. And clarity. Perhaps sleep would come with clarity. But since I have no crystal ball and phone psychics are $5.95 a minute at the moment all I have to give me any semblance of clairevoyance is fucking livejournal. Jesus christ, my lj ramblings are kind of perplexing. Most people who say "and shit" wouldn't know what clairvoyance meant. Man people are fucking getting up to go to work and shit, and I still haven't gotten to sleep. K I should try. K is fucked. Such a large segment of our population is growing up soooo fucked up off of it. I wonder what kind of an effect it'll have on the genepool. Probably not a good one. Seriously though that prayer shit was the funniest shit ever. I'm gonna try for sleep. And if I fail again maybe I'll make another short story.