TIRED

Even though I am the opposite of a "dance dance dance dance dancing machine," the damn song is ricocheting in my head.

Last night I fretted about everything wrong in the world (and there is so, so much wrong).  I finally slept twenty-four minutes; even then, my brain was dervishing. With no hope of steadying, I gave in to the whirl.

You'd think the Internet would have distracted me from my insomnia. But, nooo; my Facebook friends are lame. What were they all up to on a Saturday night? Living their lives in the actual world? Sleeping? Going on dates? Hanging with Nicole Richie? Holy crap. Don't they know I'm at home, desperate for a few vicarious thrills? What a bunch of bull. If only I were fourteen; I would have partied on Twitter. Yeah, I would run down my iPhone battery for nothing.

Watch my lay down, watch me lay down.
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