playing the fool

After nearly a week of paranoia it has become totally clear: the prayers of an agnostic are answered after all! Yippee!

You'd think after the stress has subsided that I would be ready for some high quality sleep. Not so. Last week I consistently work up between 1am and 3am, totally unable to fall back to sleep. I didn't feel tired at all during the day. Running on pure adrenaline, I suppose. I trained too much over the weekend so it was hard staying up past after 4pm (literally). I had brilliant plans for going to bed early last night but foiled my own plans by (Censored). Went to bed at 11pm, had strange guy-related dreams for a couple of hours and then the wind howled the rest of the night. The tree branches kept scratching against my window and I kept thinking the power would go out and what if my alarm didn't go off!?!? Kind of fucked up.

(Censored: Oh, you're changing your heartOh, you know who you areOh, you're changing your heartOh, you know who you areOh, who you are)