bending_sickle | I'm not asleep...but that doesn't mean I'm awake.*

It's 4 am. It's not that I can't sleep - I haven't even tried, but I know I'd sleep if I only lay down** - but I just can't bear to. I'm quite awake - apathetic, but awake. Haven't really done anything today besides watch shite (and possibly cry a bit). I don't think I've spoken to anyone all week, besides the small uncommunicative traditional statements at the cash register and the likes. (I'm an idiot because I haven't called Willy and I should've.)

I could watch some Dollhouse, though that would take me into 5 am. (Admittedly, I could also very well shuck on some clothes and go outside, at the very least onto the roof, but, well, can't be bothered to move that much anyway.) I set my alarm for 7 am, scoffing because I figured I'd still be awake (and this is more a conscious decision than an "oh crikey, can my body make it?" one), but I'm tired of feeling this way. I did manage to edit half a verse of my Push fanvid, although I'm going to have to rearrange it all again. Still, doing stuff is good. I'm really not looking forward to tomorrow, or this whole week, in fact. I just want to fly across the Atlantic for the rest of my life.

So sleep it is, I guess.

* Anon. or uncredited
** So, not insomnia, just suckitude.