After that event at that clubbing joint at The Loft,

I can’t sleep.

I slept for an hour until 1 a.m before the oddity of dreams woke me up.

Right now I’m kept awake by the stubbornness of thought and ramifications, which only seem to be persistent whenever I’m most keen of not to think, and not to ramify.

Didn’t help that whatever growth I’m having in my brain has spread out like a patch of moss on a jagged rock, where it stays and stunts and eat away.

Truth is my eyes were closing at every 10 second interval. I could really fall asleep if I could let myself.

Why couldn’t I let myself?

I guess I can try. Yeah. I’ll go try.

Good morning, people.