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I tried sleeping, but nothing happened. No drifting gently away over the rainbow bridge to the land of the internal. There was however a deep panic at the realization that my NYC/BOSTON trip is soon and I do have an uneasy-ness about flying. My thinking on the flight, a fantasy about it if you will, became so intense that I began to give myself anxiety. I must place a phone call tomorrow to obtain some sleeping pills for the flight. I also reek of mesquite and lighter fluid from this evenings bbq festivities. I refuse to shower until tomorrow morning, so until then I will stew in my stench juices.

I have misplaced the book that I am currently reading so my desire to read has gone unfulfilled. I also feel that playing Nintendo DS at this hour is over stimulating. I should brew some tea, but I don't feel like making the effort. My legs feel tingley and cool thanks to the amazing Thai yellow oil.

Since March I've been having terrible sleep problems. My body just seems to go until it can't go any longer. I had an amazing sleep session Thursday night that lasted through Friday afternoon. It has been a productive, yet unproductive time as well. I feel that I need to thoroughly cleanse my living space so I may begin to grasp my center once more. But I've kind of let the mess get a little too bad so I think I might need to recruit some help. My dishes are heaped in a nasty pile in my sink, clothes strewn about the room, objects for donation left un-donated, and mindless papers EVERYWHERE. I need to clean, place, paint, and scrub this place down. I also dislike my loft bed and would like to remove it and make a new bed frame and perhaps a hutch of some sort to protect my computer from possible future ceiling leaks. I would also like my car back so I may purge it fully from my lifestyle, and I do miss my bike Agnus. I also want to purge my coffee table, which I find chaotic and ugly as sin. But sin ain't ugly. Long story short, I must cleanse and purge, then I must go to the goodwill and gain anew. Spyro Agnew.

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