Scotch is awesome. I mean the tape brand!

Its 2:40 am on a Friday night / Saturday morning after a long week and I cant fall asleep. Figures.

I tried reading a book, Lila: An Inquiry Into Morales to be precise, written by the same author as Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. It didn't work...It was a very strange feeling. I couldn't take the words as literature, phrases with meaning and artistry. All I saw was black ink on paper, text...data. To top it off, its data that I cannot understand, and have no motivation to. Three pages in and I couldn't go on any longer, I wasn't even "reading" the book, I was "scanning" it for something, exactly what I don't know.

Sometimes I wonder if I clean out this room, or move into a new one this insomia will go away. Sometimes I also wonder if I should just keep a stash of NyQuil, but that seems like a bad idea. The majority of things in this room carry weight, some kind of history or memory.

On my door there is a sheet of paper with reminders to myself written on it for things I need to bring to school that day. That sheet of paper has been on my door for almost four years now. Scotch tape is pretty resilient.

On my ceiling there are (technically) 8 glow in the dark bead stars and one moon. For two years they have been up there, and for two years, one of the stars has been dangling off the ceiling. There was some significance if that star was to fall, but the time for that significance has long since passed. Incidentally, all the stars are taped to my ceiling with Scotch tape as well.

Hm, well it's almost been an hour since I first started typing this thing. Between munching on pretzel sticks and clicking between the same five webpages, I can concluded I am no more or less tired than an hour ago....

Four years? Seriously? That little bit of clear Scotch tape can hold up for four freaking years? Holy crap, I need more of this stuff.