The Price of Sleep

Ah, if only for a few hours a night am I lucky enough to catch what normal people call sleep.

Not quite sure if it is all the things going on in my head or the fact that every like bump in the night wakes me (I half-ways blame the cat as he dawdles around looking for a cozy spot to lay).

All the same what, I wake and have nothing to do for a few hours before sleep hits me again.
So what to do this time?
Too many books read over this past year and that's the last thing on my mind while on a few weeks break from text books.

Games, nah too mundane; since the age of TV infomercials have yet to show anything entertaining value.
So here I sit, lounging on the internet in hopes that one of my friends working overnights will call me, as my fat cat sleeps in my empty bed. The one place I long for at this time.

No company other than my own conscious and frankly I'm sick of listening to it. Worries about money, where I'll live in the next couple years, career choices, money... did I already say money?!, which of my close friends will I actually keep in touch with when I do move, will I meet someone?, Will that someone actually appreciate my insanity?, How do I even find a job in a strange town?, etc etc etc... infinitely!

It is maddening to have every dilemma in your mind go off at a time when there is no one to talk to. Seclusion I believe is my worst enemy and I have no flight from it at this time.

So I'll kill some time online and hope that by writing some thoughts out that I'll slowly lull my way back to a narcoleptic state for the rest of the day. ~Goodnight everyone !