Feymaiden's Journal

I’m so tired of being awake all the time. Heh, I made a pun. Go me, I guess. And, yet again, there’s no one else awake (even the puppy’s asleep, all curled up and cute). Boo. So here’s my plan: I’m going to get ready for bed, overcome my fear of trazodone, take one (probably half of one), and read until it kicks in. All in the next half hour because I’d really like to try to be asleep before three. That’s why I’m writing here, in an effort to keep things short and sweet (not sure why I’m explaining; probably trying to delay taking the damn pill). If you really want to read my longer ramblings, that could be arranged. Actually, they’ve been pretty helpful so far. It seems to help me work some things out.

Okay, now to stop delaying. Crossing my fingers and hoping that my brilliant plan works. I’m far too awake right now. I feel like I do on the rare occasion that I drink coffee (and those who’ve witnessed my coffee induced mania can attest). Wide awake. Like my eyes are glued open. But it feels too alone in here.