  Well, that’s it for the glory of five hour nights. That’s it for waking with the sun. That’s it for being remotely sane. I have entered a new phase in insomnia: complete and total inability to fall asleep. Two consecutive nights now. It doesn’t sound like a lot, but try it for yourself and see what you think. I can not concentrate.
I can not remember anything I did today except I baby-sat and I may have eaten an orange at one point. My pants are falling off my ass, and I have circles under my eyes that rival the Grim Reaper’s. I look like I am in the ending stages of a terminal illness (well, close enough, anyway) My parents are concerned but remain strong in their opinion that I am perfectly well and do not need a physician’s care.
This pissed me off more than restlessness. They don’t understand that- yes, there clearly is something wrong in this situation. I might have sleep an hour last night, but I can’t really recall. I went downstairs and watched VH1 music videos and infomercials until it was time to make some coffee (the elixir of life) and go to school. I seem to look even paler than usual (quite a feat) I fell asleep in science for another twenty minuets.
We were watching a movie about baby wildlife, wherein actors gave voices to baby creatures with their mommies. Not stimulating enough to hold my attention. It was perfect Nirvana weather, raining and wet. We’re having an early spring. I listened to In Utereo over and over again, hoping to hear something I didn't hear the other hundred of times I have listened to it. I finally gave up and had some dry cereal. I watched Peter Pan while babysitting. After all this exhausting activity, I am hoping that I will be able to fall asleep tonight.
If not, I am checking into my closest psychiatric ward. I always wanted to be like Esther Greenwood. Maybe this means I should throw all my clothes off the top of a building tonight? Affectionately… Anna 
