Can't Sleep: Clowns Will Eat Me

All anger does, when it's not allowed to do things, is turn and turn and turn around, in, out, up, down, sideways-insideout.

I stripped my bed of all its coverings and took a shower because there's this smell.

I wish I had new clean ones to put on, but the layers I went down to don't have replacements, and I'm tired but I won't sleep. I won't take sleeping meds because it's fucking three am and I don't need to wake up at midnight feeling well-rested. I don't need to be awake right now, either, and it's all rather unpleasant. The shower has made me a bit sleepy, and tricking my body into almost believing that I've eaten enough. It doesn't believe me about that anymore. Ever. I think it might be because I haven't been taking my vitamins. So I eat way too much and that's really contrary to my being stomach-flu sick, which is still reminding me that it existed/happened every few hours by poking small fingers of strange temperatures into my stomach. This leads to vague sensations of nausea, which leads to disorientation, which leads to angry, which leads to turning round and round and round... sideways-insideout.

It was absolutely unnecessary for anyone to read any of that, including me.