restlessness monee waits, by my bedside as i close my eyes i try to rest but restlessness tosses me, into a sea of restlessnessity wrestling me, grabbing me while i try to dance my tired, tired dreams they don't stand a chance when restlessness weights waiting there all my time zapping me, trapping me restless me wrestling restlessly with restless restlessness 041229 ... epitome of incomprehensibility I don't know why my mind doesn't want to go to sleep. I've done what I expected myself to do tonight to get ready for the Saturday craft show - just putting a few earrings together - but now it's past one and I still don't feel like sleeping. Like I'm restless, like things are unfinished, like I'll reread an old story I wrote called "Croissant" and find fault with the tone, wondering idly if Janet (creative writing teacher) thinks I have a morbid fascination with 9/11, given my supposed novel as well. Do I? Just a weird_nostalgia. Insomnia. Something ending with an A. 240808 what's it to you? who go blather from