Why?

Why am I so awake at 3:47 am when I spent the whole day being tired, and wanting nothing other than to crawl back under my awesome flannel sheets to make sleep?

I refuse to blame the many cans of Sparks Plus I consumed today. I drank plenty of Wild Turkey at the gig tonight to counteract the massive dose of caffeine Sparks provide. I followed all of that bourbon with yet even more bourbon upon my arrival home. Still, I find myself awake, and even worse, fairly sober.

This is bullshit! I don't want to be awake right now. I'm still dealing with "Ex-Girlfriend Shit" (otherwise known as "The Neverending Story"), and I crave the peace that only unconsciousness can bring. Seriously, it's been a rough couple of days. And no, I shan't write about it. I'm done boring you (few) all with my incessant whining. It's unseemly.

Suffice to say, Things Are Weird. It's like when you get a burn on the roof of your mouth, and you can't stop poking at it with your tongue, even though you know it will heal faster if you just leave it alone.

It's like a scab you keep picking at, with full knowledge that your obsessive prodding will only prolong the trauma, and perhaps even invite an infection.

It's like cutting your toenails too short, and every step you take for the next few days is torture.

It's like Hell.

Only colder.