I’m in the middle of something that I’m not quite sure of but I’ve taken the first inital step. This one step will either progress in a sign of things to come or terminate. I know this is vague, but I don’t feel like elaborating. Keep my vague notions in your prayers, please, if you’re so inclinded to pray.

I can’t sleep.

Wooo, big surprise. I haven’t slept in about a month and it’s starting to get to me. I’m suffering mood swings this time as a side effect. I go from calm to angry in the span of seconds. For some irrational reason, I’ve decided my insomnia is the cause of my pillows. I now sleep with three. Obtaining a third one did not help, though at 6 am this morning, I discovered that if I put one on top of my face I do drift off for some unknown reason. Maybe it’s not really sleep, maybe it’s asphyxiation. At this point, I don’t care. It earned me 4+ uninterrupted hours.

Yeah I haven’t been posting lately. I dunno why. I don’t feel like sharing anything.

Meh.

There’s this patient at work who described herself as feeling “calm, a turquoise mood.” Right now I’m all browns, sluggish and stagnet. I get this way around this time of year. The seasons and time changes and I’m ready to get through the month of November.

Oh right. Music of the week.

jane - Her Space Holiday, The Real Tuesday Weld
dismarum - Sonya Kitchell, KT Tunstall

Soyna Kitchell is 17 years old. I’ve done nothing with my life.