Shitty Night

Couldn’t sleep. Stomach was wrecked the entire time, and whenever I finally managed to drop off I’d dream about being trapped on some awful IKEA vacation with friends. No money, no clothes that weren’t filthy, and I didn’t want to be there anyway. Just highways the whole time. My brain wouldn’t let me wake up from it.

This morning I wanted to throw my alarm clock in the microwave.

I don’t know what people do when a night hits like that. You can’t force sleep and you can’t think your way out of insomnia. You just lie there getting more and more pissed at yourself for being awake, which makes everything worse. There’s probably some trick to it but I haven’t found it.

Eight more days.