What is this? A rob that can’t sleep? Oh the SHOCK!!! oh! The novelty!!! OH the HUMANITY!!!
Sigh. Yeah – damn the Texas Chainsaw Massacre anywho. Now I can’t sleep. Not that I would really blame ole Leatherface, or even the doomed beauty of Erin – it seems to be my new pattern. Insomnia. In force. It’s 5.10 in the morning, and there is the barest hint of dawn, and my brain is just buzzing. Vibrating with nothing of interest, just babble. It’s hard to think, yet harder to sleep, and that’s not fair at all.