It's been three days since my theme song for the night is faithless-insomnia:
"Deep in the bosom of the gentle night
Is when I search for the light
Pick up my pen and start to write
I struggle, fight dark forces
In the clear moon light
Without fear... insomnia
I can't get no sleep"...

Tonight, i "picked up my (virtual) pen" and started to write...the blog. You don't really need to bother to reply, the blog is gonna be seen by few people anyway, friends of course.

I'm writing to try to get to sleep actually. Hopefully, i'll get bored writing and so i'll try to sleep. I'm writing in english not only because it's "cool" but because it's harder so i use more brain power to create phrases so maybe i'll get into "sleepy cow" mode faster.
Taling to "a friend" on the net; we're both in the same sleepless (anathema) situation...my friend of misery...
How easily i fell asleep in the mountains and how hard it is for me to do this now. It's the city, it's everyday life that brings me to these shitty circumstances...when sleeping, this simple, fiziological act, becomes such an issue...

Ok, first page, me stop boring you wid slip problems.

ps. when i was younger, like in the 1-4 grades, and i kept a journal i always wrote at the end (besides "love you dear diary") "today will be better", "hope tomorrow will be as nice as today" or another hyper-optimistic phrase.
So i'll end today's blog sheet with "hope tomorrow will be nice..."