rejectomorph | Reset Forty-Nine, Day One Hundred-Nineteen

It has become increasingly clear over the last few minute that I have no idea what to say tonight. I could mention that I tried to sleep Tuesday evening but ended up just lying mostly awake for about three hours, unable to conjure even a pleasant fantasy to fill the time. Earlier that day I had dreamed (and partly remembered) dreams about traveling on roads that didn't go where I expected them to go, and being very disturbed by it. I think those dreams were what made it difficult to sleep that afternoon. I feared a repeat. But that means I'm very tired now, and will soon have to sleep, dreams or not.

Hey, something turned on a horrible sadness tonight, and nothing will assuage it. Sleep might be the only cure for that too. It's annoying that my neck has chosen this hour to start itching furiously. That's one of the tings that can keep me awake. I'm sure not handling this old age thing very well.