I hate feeling this way. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, and it's killing me. And none of my usual supportive friends are around right now, or have their own problems. So I'm sitting here in the dark thinking I should just go to sleep... at 10:30pm. I guess it wouldn't actually hurt, if I could pull it off, but I somehow doubt it would stick. I'd just end up staring at the ceiling thinking these things instead of writing them down. Writing them down might stop them from looping in my brain though, might let me sleep.
Funny, I saw Insomnia last night, and I know how the guy felt, that tired you get... And I even got 6 hours of sleep last night. I'm just so tired. Al Pacino came apart so well, too. Maybe I'll be similarly impaired after a week of this.
Hmm. A phone call can make a bit of a difference, though. Interesting.