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nightime used to be my friend. the darkness used to drape me in good feelings and high energy… (even tho it was a bit screwy) but now it’s not my friend anymore. for the last week or so at night i feel restless, i go to bed, sleep for 10 minutes then wake up, then drift around the house like a ghost. too restless to sleep, too tired to do anything constructive. I keep hearing things in this place… makes me scared. Dennis should be home soon. I can’t wait till he gets here so i can stop being paranoid about psychos crawling thru the windows to come kill me. we GOTTA get a home security system here or i’m gonna lose my mind! but that’s only part of the problem… yesterday dennis came home, we stayed up for about 30 minutes and then we went to bed. i tossed and turned for about an hour and a half before falling asleep (not uncommon for me these days actually)… i fucking wake up 2, 3 times a night now. how much does that suck! getting back to sleep can sometimes be a chore especially when you’re too hot or too cold and your blanket is a piece of shit and lets the a/c freeze your ass. i swear i hate our comforter, when that damned thing is ready for the washer again, i’m going to throw it away. maybe it’s just all the tossing and turning but i’ve never had a blanket get so fucking tangled up every half hour like that. god! that is fucking annoying!! FUCK!