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Here I am, up too late, but at least I have my suspicions confirmed as to why I've been insomniac. Not that it's been much of a moodswing, this time. More going further along where I already was.

Note to self: Chocolate is a necessity. ...at this point, so is pr0n. But I can get that online.

Feeling things shifting inside, rise and sink, float and and fall... I want change, but I can't imagine what except maybe drawing again. I went to looking at my bookshelf to find something for tomorrow, because I feel worn out and dragged down, and I'm tired of trying to pull myself up. Just started pulling down books, pulling the stacks apart to try and find certain things - and I noticed a pattern. All of them about change and loss and the end of worlds; personal worlds, outer ones, sometimes both.

( Musing on what came off the shelf )