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Thoughts at 1am

Oh shit, it’s only 1:08. What the hell was I dreaming about? I have a feeling this is going to be one of those nights where I lie here in bed for a few hours thinking about stuff for no reason. Why is my mind racing? Is this an anxiety attack? My head is spinning. I have to wake up early and put gas in my car. Why didn’t I do it on my way home from work yesterday? Between that and the snow, there’s no way I’ll make it to work on time. I wish I could go back in time and stop for gas on my home. That wouldn’t be very good use of a time machine though. If I could go back in time, I would go back and do something better than just get gas. Write down some lotto numbers maybe. Damnit, I’m wide awake. Seriously, why is my head spinning? If I fall asleep right now, I will get 7 hours of sleep total. But will that count if I woke up in the middle of it? I don’t think my sleep feels the same the next morning if there were interruptions. Like 4 hours and 4 hours doesn’t feel the same as 8 consecutive hours. It’s a bit ironic that I can’t sleep tonight since I know I have a busy day tomorrow. Yesterday I didn’t have shit but I slept fine. Is that irony? Maybe not. I’m at the point now where I never know what irony is. I used to think I did. But then I looked up the actual definition of it and now I don’t think I do. Maybe Alanis had it right after all. And who cares even if she didn’t? It’s still a good song. She took way too much shit for that. There’s also no way Ethan Hawke would have been able to quote the definition of “irony” right on the spot like that.

Damnit, it’s only 1:09. I’m so screwed.