False Spring Fever

[rejectomorph]

In spite of the distractions and disruptions around me, I find myself wandering too much into odd corners of my mind and reaching impasse after impasse. No matter that the garbage disposal has joined the television and the toaster in rebellion against me, I have no time for reality. I'm not even particularly pissed off about them. My muddled discontent is general and lacks any interest in the disintegration of the physical world. On the bright side, I now have my own specific against insomnia. If I am unable to sleep, all I need do is begin paying attention to my own thoughts. They are soporific, and put me to sleep in a short time. Perhaps I should just shut up for a few days. Clearly, I have nothing to say, and will say it repeatedly. Stop me before I speak again.