So this is my bedtime lie to myself that tomorrow will be better. Yeah, I wrote a little something about that:

kneel by my bed
no prayers
whisper sweet lies
same sun will be rising at dawn

moving pictures
in my mind
stories without endings
another sleepless night
waiting for the curtain to fall

Sing it like it’s a waltz. So I let myself get in to a slump, and I developed an addiction to sound recorder and my lyrics book. clip 1 and clip 2 I think it’s more fun when you’re an untalented amateur, no pressure.

Since I wrote this post, it seems likely that my no-sleep-before-3am-in-weeks trend shall continue. I’ve tried my futon, floor, couch, and bed (obviously) but the insomnia continues. I think it’s part of that no-sunlight depression thing, so Spring better get its ass here before I become a permanent creature of the night. muwhaha. Cut me some slack, I’m strapped for amusement hehe

So yeah, two months left of my misery job. I just can’t trick myself in to liking it. Curse my mad smarts.

My motivational phrase for myself tonight:

Sometimes you gotta pick yourself up by your bra straps