Thoughts From Mr. Strange: Insomnia and a Poem

Signing in...

So it's er... 2:36 in the morning and, like most nights, I'm still awake... quickly growing lonely. Even my cats are sleeping. Aren't they s'pose to be nocturnal?

Actually, I'm pretty sure they sleep 20 hours a day. They're awake for like 2 hours in the early morning... just when I'm falling asleep... and 2 during the afternoon.

I love those cats. They're awake a little more than that. Although I'm looking at my bed right now and seeing the sunlight shining in on a sleeping kitty in the middle of the afternoon.

Looking again, it's still nighttime.

2:40 in the morning.

I'm listening to some Rise Against, Skillet, Anberlin, Goo Goo Dolls, and a few others.

I've got the wind blowing in through my south window onto my back. It feels nice cus I'm hot otherwise.

I'm drinking a root beer. It's prolly not the best thing for helping me to sleep, what with the sugar, but at least there's no caffeine. Soda is one of my top stress relievers... relaxants... whatever. So, I made an executive decision and opened one up... As I do most nights.

You know, I probably drink at least three cans of soda a day. I guess you can probably call that an addiction. Yeah, I guess it's definitely an addiction, but it's not one I really feel like breaking. I mean, I don't feel like I exactly need to.

Just spilled my root beer. *sigh*

2:54

Spilled it on one of my favorite tee shirts. That's what I get for leaving it on the floor. I suppose it will clean.

Listening to "Dance, Dance Christa Paffgen". Fairly certain I've mentioned the song before. Good song. "Fin" is better though.

I wiped the root beer up with undershirts, by the way, hah. I dunno... guess I thought that was kinda funny. Not that I'm laughing.

Just finished the root beer... not all of it spilled out. Although the floor, and in turn the tee shirts, still got most of it.

I've had to start buying my own soda and keeping it in my room. My "secret stash" per say. My mom no longer complains about our family going through the soda at a ridiculously fast pace.

I always knew it was me.

Although I drink more soda now than I use to. Probably cus I feel less guilty about it now that I've bought it.

I seem to keep going back to the soda some way or another.

This has got to be getting boring.

Here then, I wrote this poem something like a week ago and I've decided that I like it. Ever listened to "The Autumn Effect" by 10 Years? Fantastic band. Anyway, inspiration for this poem came from that song. If you wanna listen, I recommend the piano version, although the original is still very good. I could only find live performances of it on Youtube though, fyi. Of course, more directly, inspiration came from Genesis 28: 11-19

Jacob's Ladder

Jacob, explain

how to travel this path because...

I'm afraid of getting deeper