Yet again I find myself chasing the sheep instead of counting them. I think its high time someone wrote an insominac's love story. It should be about a man and his quest for unfettered sleep. I could make it a best seller. There so many things that are choking up the future right now from my past. Its like someone decided open the time capsule of all the cancerous poisons that have been locked away.

I might just be my own wort enemy. As you see, even when I have happiness, I alway talk myself out of it. I have no reason to be sad yet, I keep coming a dredging up the past inadvertently.

I saw my Dad in my cousin's newborn baby's eyes. What a wierd feeling. I havent told too many people this. I suspect they'd drum me out of the sane club for a trip to the looney bin.

This is such a momentous thing... I'm surrounded by people who truly love me, and want me to succeed. I'm not used to this. gone are the days' of blah blah and her army of one night stands. Lts not forget closet case, and his garage door wife..

6 years have gone by, and the smug arrogant prick still lives.. He just pays it forward more...

So much for graduating in 4 years Wiscount. I'm sure you'll read this. Fuck.. try harder to be me.. you might actually got out of tremont. Asshole.