Three Hundred and Sixteen

Sometimes I just... can't sleep. My mind is absolutely filled with boundless possibilities and questions and with the wonderful and sometimes deflating invention of the internet; I can look up-- surf-- till my fingers are screaming with carpal tunnel. How did it get to be 12:41??

And other times my mind is just locked into one thing and I have to pick at every little detail, analyzing, until my brain is emotionally hemorrhaging and then... well...

and i
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
goodnight love.