Sunday, November 8, 2009
tossing and turning for hours on end to catch the last tail of sleep and missing. loads of dancing robot fucks and shitty corn on the cob men yesterdays conversations and taunting. everyone everything. its loads of nastiness and the past few days of dreary sleep nights keep me up. day and night confused. then panic sets in. waiting sets in tossing and turning. fuck sleep. i ate the shit.