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I'm up at nearly one freaking a.m. Why? Why? Why? Because I'm a fucking insomniac. I can't sleep. Nothing will make me fall asleep. I'm so tired I feel sick to my stomach which is making it even more difficult to fall asleep. I want to sleep so bad. I've been trying to fall asleep since eleven. And two hours later, I'm up here righting this. My hands are shaking I'm so tired. But I'll be up all night. The whole night, I'm sure. Because as soon as I'm calm enough to sleep, I start feeling sick again. So I freak out. Then I watch some TV to calm down. And the cycle begins again. So I thought I'd try this instead of TV. It probably won't make much of a difference. God, and I was looking forward to having such a good day tomorrow. But I can't now because I'll be up until four. Or five. Or six. And by this point, I won't care anymore. I am so tired.

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I'm back at Blogger. I'm not leaving this time. Don't quote me on that though.

Tomorrow I'm going mini golfing with some friends. Well, actually, my very best friends, Autumn, Erin and Caitlin. I've known them almost all my life and been friends with them almost as long. Well, Autumn I've only really been close to since 6th grade. I could never be mad at any of them. Watch me come on here tomorrow and say that I hate one of them. That would be so ironic. I love irony. The name of my (sort of) band is The Successful Failures. Suicidal Mouse would be better, but no one else liked that one. Plus there's that band, Modest Mouse. I love them by the way. Wow, I got started on this by saying that I'm going mini golfing. Funny huh?