Why don't I just go to bed like a sensible person? I'm sitting here, typing, when I really just want to sleep, to rest those weary eyes, tormented cortex-ual neurons, aching somatic and skeletal muscles, escape consciousness. Three minutes till tomorrow.
Go to sleep!
Who is John Galt? (Ha, ha! I have succeeded in turning this strange tiring narrative into something remotely profound.)
"I do not understand what I do." I'm not doing what I want to do right now. But then again I am.
Go to sleep!!!
12:03am Saturday, February 9th, Year of Our Lord 2008