|My eyelids droop and I find myself wondering why I'm really here...
||[May. 23rd, 2005|12:47 am]
|[||Your mom ain't listening to
|||||The Postal Service - Against All Odds||]|
Insomnia, my constant companion. I used to make sacrifices of film and television in your honor so that you might leave me long enough to get 6 hours of rest. Now we sit and talk philosophy and nonsense with one another until my brain finally starts to tune you out in the form of narcoleptic shock.
There's been a shift in programming around here, so subtle that, when I noticed it, I wasn't certain if it was a mirage or if it was real. Perhaps new management is taking up shop. It wouldn't be the first time that operations in my brain have switched gears without prior notice.