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Tag Archives: insomnia
For weeks, if not months, I have felt like I’ve been sleepwalking. Recently, my sleep began reverting to the horrible insomniac ways that preceded my leaving Vancouver. I found myself moody, tense, and dragging my ass through my day. I’ve felt like I’ve been in a wet paper bag, slogging through each day and never […]
Two or three years ago I made myself the promise that I was going to stop stopping. No more stagnation. Growth, growth, growth! Think tumour, think– uh, wait a second. Scratch that one. Think… something. When I was a kid, about 15, I’d gotten a bit more sophisticated than the “George-Michael-over-every-single-fucking-wall!” method of interior design, […]
insomnia… when you’re alone, you feel more alone. when you’re not, embracing a little mischief goes a long way. some thoughts of mine just now: _______ 3:59am. insomnia. and i’m thinking of you. a distraction. that’s what you’d be. plain and simple. a way for me to take my mind of what i’m really wanting, sleep. if […]
Ahh, minions. Just another manic Monday, hey? I know being outside of my bed is the last place I want to be this morning. Working for eight hours? Even less appealing. No, a perfect day for me today would be getting up, having a hot oily bath, smoking up, going back to bed, and praying […]