…of sleep. none of it good. woke up, head pounding, side effects most likely. also many things remain unsaid. pathetic. fuck.
tired. i get (yet) another cup of coffee and sit still and still fantasize about sleep. it’s all i can think about, sleep. laying down somewhere soft closing my eyes letting go of the consciousness i’m clinging to with such questionable success at the moment.
i have a wide variety of sleep fantasies. the ultimate of course would be a soft sofa somewhere, followed by maybe a good recliner, and if not that the car would be fine, hell the beach in my pepsi blanket would do me. i can’t leave work. so … what? it’s only 11:30. five and a half more hours. five. and a half. more. hours.