insomnia is stalking me again. it has developed a habit of shrugging its shoulders at any pill with which i threaten it. so i’ve taken to supplementary weapons–codeine cough syrup, malt beverages. my kidneys must be in overdrive.

i stumble to the bathroom in the middle of the night like a heroin addict coming down, half-naked and trying to figure out why i can’t walk in a straight line, not remembering all the chemicals i had sent rushing into my bloodstream a few hours earlier. i wake up in the morning wondering how i ended up downstairs on the couch, underneath my great-grandma’s afghan.

honestly, i’m starting not to care too much anymore. six-hour nights have become enough to keep the fog from being too thick during the day. and there’s actually some good music on mtv in the wee hours of the morning.