I drove home today as the sun rose. There is something achingly poignant about that but I haven't slepf at all. It's my own fault. Instead of listening to that voice in my head that says "don't drink two cups of coffee after five," I did. I am not a teenager anymore. I realized this about 2am when I frantically wrote nine pages about a Henry Rollins diet plan. Either it's the sleep deprivation or what I wrote made some kind of savant like sense. It's probably the sleep deprivation. I should go to sleep now. Not because I'm tired but because I just tried to spell now with a "t."