This is the worst I think I've ever been.
Last night, like most nights, those red digits were my worst enemy.
I slept for maybe half an hour.
Never mind that that half hour included a dream that was sexual in nature with - and I feel ashamed to even relay this - the Dalai Lama, who for some reason was in a glass case.
It also involved one Katie Holmes.
(The insomnia must be eating my brain one cell at a time.)
I am sitting here without a thought in my head - like I've got nothing left, especially after the crazy high-pressure day at work today. Probably because I don't.
And to top it off, I am mad craving coffee ice cream for the second day in a row, a flavor I'm not particularly fond of.
What - and who - the hell am I turning into?
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