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Usually when I can't sleep, I write. Usually what I write is short, disturbing, and more often than not gets thrown away, but the process of letting my mind unfocus, dropping into a baser state and allowing the words all sort themselves out is usually relaxing regardless of failure or possible wankery.
Sometimes I write something I like though, and that's a problem because it doesn't slowly dull my mind to the point of drowsiness. It gets me excited like a little kid who thinks he's about to get a puppy. It's seven in-the-fucking AM, I have a big day ahead of me and absolutely no sleep. But still, I'm a little happy. SO. LAME.
Also, I love eating dry oatmeal. Not even the instant kind that comes loaded with sugar and flavorings. I mean bland, unflavored, uncooked oatmeal. It's like goddamned candy. WHY IS IT SO DELICIOUS?!
Sometimes I write something I like though, and that's a problem because it doesn't slowly dull my mind to the point of drowsiness. It gets me excited like a little kid who thinks he's about to get a puppy. It's seven in-the-fucking AM, I have a big day ahead of me and absolutely no sleep. But still, I'm a little happy. SO. LAME.
Also, I love eating dry oatmeal. Not even the instant kind that comes loaded with sugar and flavorings. I mean bland, unflavored, uncooked oatmeal. It's like goddamned candy. WHY IS IT SO DELICIOUS?!