whaaaaat?

bonjour.

..this is me at six o'clock in the morning....

my conscious wakes me up every night around four a.m. then again around six so that i'm able to get to work on time. i am my own alarm clock. but this time, there was no sleep in between four and six. i couldn't find my nightly nirvana. my thoughts were fucking playing bumper carts, bouncing off each other and sprouting into new ones like weeds, vandalizing my perfect sidewalk paved specifically for slumber. i thought of what i'd say, and i'd reply to myself with your predictable responses. and i promise if i were to have had tranquilizers, i would have utilized them. why couldn't a correct dosage of benadryl be created to doused this?

thanks for listening

au revoir.