can't...sleep...!

Yes, look at the lovely time. I can't sleep and it's really frustrating.

"Really frustrating." I have to develop a bigger vocab than THAT.

I keep thinking about two thousand things all at once. Sometimes my thoughts are so unrelated that it sounds like I'm hearing someone else's thoughts too.

I go home tomorrow. Or, rather, later today. And it's a good thing. I need the home environment right about now. And the fact that I'm saying that is not exactly a good sign. The problem is, as soon as I go home, I'm going to want to come back to Milwaukee. When I went home for Thanksgiving, I lasted for about two hours before I began to yearn for the relative quiet of my apartment.

Things here are... what they are. I guess they're neither good nor bad. Actually, things here are in an extreme state of neutral. I can feel my life stalling, and hopefully, one way or another, going home with jump start it.

Part of my problem might stem from the unfortunately fact that I have become very very good at keeping my mouth shut. Not saying things that I would really like to say, but thinking them in my head. Maybe that's what this insomnia is. I lay in the dark and think of all the things I should have said.

There's a poem by Shel Silverstein that is entitled something like "the What-ifs."