last resort...

[rabidninja]

at this hour falling asleep is almost impossible. my room faces bruce b. downs and people have already started heading off to work. i lay restless serenaded by the sound of tires ripping against the asphalt. i try to drown it out by playing word games in my head or by thinking of a song i like. so now a song is stuck in my head and i decide that i should learn to play the guitar part. that calms me and i begin to settle. but no... my feet begin to itch. earlier in the day i was senselessly and unexpectedly attacked by a plaque of killer ants. the souvenirs left on my feet and legs yell out an unpleasant hello, to remind me of the ants great victory. dare i forget coordinates to meters, meters to feet, feet to pixels, and from start to finish from any location. i think it's because i made fun of his gargantuan prehistoric skull.

i'm drinking nyquil until it all stops so i can rest better...