Some days I reckon I shall open a blog about insomnia. I’ve just spent one of those night in which I feel like I would not exist at all.
In the end, the very first moment after the mindstorm I find myself lucid enough to think clearly is this, while I sit on the toilet. Waiting for some shit to come out. Looks like my lack of sleep impedes my strengths though.
This post is unadventurous, uninteresting, undone. Still very much realistic of my dull life, encumbered by this fucking big problem of sleep.
Btw, I left some turds behind. All good. I can now forget the rest. If you take a shit, then nothing else matters.
the Shy Tird 