can't sleep, can't close the eyes, can't venture horizontal, things to do, things to stay away, like a phobia, which dissipates when shared, but strange, never was a sleeper, couldn't pass the days away asleep, couldn't waste time in my own subconscious, but willingly subside into the blank stare of the television screen, unwilling to consciously turn off the brain, but not quite. it's odd, and always is. always need it, never seem to want it, like milk or vitamins. sleep, it does a body good.