The touching tale of a boy and his weasel.

Ok, this insomnia thing is getting old, everynight for the past three nights i've been unable to fall asleep in bed or on a sofa, or anywhere else I chose.

I can't seem to shut off my brain, it just continues chunnering on everynight like a god damned squirrel, sometimes about important things mostly it's utter crap.

Last night was about college, and school, and scholarships, and music, and london, and this girl I tried to flirt with till her boyfriend popped up and I scuttled off, and mom and john, sister, videogames, bagels, school lunch, my comics, where to get a fedora, money, my lack of job, call hastings, pay school fees, do homework tomorrow, read book, fat kid rules world, turtles, ninjas, burger, net, SFFAL, chapter, fanfics, Teen titans, roleplays, character ideas...

It kept on like that for hours, sometimes the cycle started over, but not music, not my PSP or DS could still the never ending spew of muddled ideas from rolling about behind my forced close lids.

This morning I had to pry myself out from my toasty warm covers by promising myself a poptart, and I was sleepy all through debate.

must go, world civ time, I need to research the greeks and make a pahmplet about why people would want to visit it back in the old days when it was still very ruled by the gods.