Sometimes I think the cycle never ends

I am pretty sleep deprived at this moment. El called me at 4 this morning, but I was awake already for some unknown reason. I tried to go back to sleep, but I was not tired at all. I'm running on fumes right now. I'm wondering if I shouldn't just go home a little early today, and take a nap or something. It's interesting how uneffective thought is when I am in this state. It's about the only thing I can concentrate on, the fact that I can't concentrate on anything. My attention span is utterly decimated right now. What I'd love to do is go to a nearby comic book store, pick up some graphic novels, pour myself a generous amount of scotch and lay on my sofa and chill, and eventually pass out. Sometimes that's the best feeling in the world, waking up with a slight headache from booze and a comic book folded over my chest. I'm a simple person with simple needs!

Love me for who I am, not who you want me to be! I'm borderline delirious here.