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Monday, July 16, 2007 narcissus i am a force to be reckoned with. i am a masochist in that, i already know the agony i will be in tomorrow. tired. cranky. lacking energy. yet i continue to stay awake. i'm tired as i type this now. but something keeps me from doing what i KNOW i should be doing. lingering somewhere in one of the dark corners in my brain hides the notion ....the sneaking suspicion that i will miss something if i close my eyes before it is something that is in my control. mental slap this is silly. i need rest. i need sleep. i need a break from the insanities of reality. i need the sanities of my own warped little mind. to get lost in the feeble naivety of my dreams. this is your brain, sleep deprived. careful, kiddies. it could happen to you! oh yes.. you too, my dear. even you. seriously... i think i'm slowly losing my mind. how exciting. oh yeah, check this out: myspace.com/phentaphobe quite cool.