Somebody...

    There really isn't enough time in the day.

    I get home at 1:30 am and I look at myself in the bathroom mirror for about 2 solid minutes.  Then I wash my face and look at myself.  I question myself, almost like an interrogation.  I'm just here.  In front of this computer toiling over my thoughts for the day.  There is still so much to record, so much to mull over.

   There won't be any sleep tonight.  I'm saying this as the tea kettle on my stove is screaming on the stove top. Jasmine China green tea (caffeine).  The only thing I ate today was an egg.  The egg was actually sitting on my refrigerator rack, his comrades from the dozen had been used and tossed out.  Poor egg, I think I took him at of his misery.

   No, there is too much to be done and said and I don't have the time or energy to do it all but tonight I'll try.

   My mind is racing its like my own personal hell that I need to free myself from.  I need to get this on paper before it envelopes me and destroys me. Its such a painful thing to try and describe; thoughts eating away at you.  I would never wish this on anyone, its terrible.  A terrible feeling.

   I just heard a fly buzz by my head... the damn window was open.  Well maybe I will have some company tonight.