Who needs Sleep? (An update, of sorts)

Apparently, not me. Tonight’s fitful tossing ended about 20 minutes ago. And although I’m amazingly tired, sleep is beyond my grasp. At least not in my sweat-soaked sheets, which means I’m somehow sick for real this time. Joy.

What’s worse, I can’t even numb my mind with CoH, since all of the servers are down. Sigh.

This whole thing blows. Today, I got so angry that I pounded my fist on my desk. I can’t recall ever doing that an any point in my life, and it really made me angrier. I ended my work day writing terse e-mails, and throwing a baseball against one of the garage’s walls.

Hard.

I’m taking some time off next week, and heading up to Canada to visit with Puck and Mel. I always have fun up there, and we’ll be able to just relax and be friends. I had also explored the possibility of taking a train down to LA, but it turns out that takes 35 hours.

35.

I can fly to London in 14, and Japan in 12. I can also drive there faster, a source of a lot of internal, fist-pounding mirth. Go figure.

I need a break of some sort, and a day in which I do not get angry at something. That would be nice, I think.