NEBULAS WEB: FRIDAY JULY 16, 2004

DAWN...cracked open and bashed my skull, creating a fissure and spilling forth the paltry contents. Warped and ragged, the gaping wound, a cavernous echoing cacophony....
WAKE THE HELL UP!!!!!!!!!
Do you ever repeat a word...so many times it loses it's meaning, becoming foreign sounding and eventually hilarious? O.k., maybe ya had to be there...you know...that twilighty time between daylight breaking and midnight madness.....when nothing is as it seems.....finding a bizarre kind of fascination in the most mundane articles.....have I always had a cleft in my chin? Wooowww man......or, say, peer closely into your magnifying mirror.....(freaks!!!) or.....study closely a simple human hair (or your cat's) with that microscope you just happen to have handy.....or a hangnail.....a cat's claw.....o.k. u get the picture.....I wonder just how long I'll continue to remain relatively sane with 30 hour stretches awake and mere snippets of slumber in between......this blog, my friends, is dedicated to the insomniac.....insomniac-itis.....sleeplessness.....fatigue.....fevered frenzy.....   C a T a T o N i A
and those of you captured in it's grip will identify with this blog and it's madness.....Obsessive compulsives will also relate.....Picture it: An addle-minded insomniac, caught in the web of awakeness, yet not quite coherent, anXiety riddled and brain scarred from years of it.....notices the miniscule irregularity in the length of one's bangs.....suddenly, with scissors in hand, poised before the mirror, follicular surgery commences.....snarling and cursing, comb in one trembling paw, measuring, calculating, foggy eyed, tilted....snippety, clip, chop,  painstakingly, achingly, yearning to right a wrong, correct this subtle, yet maddening imbalance.....two hours later, sweating profusely, swearing, screamin,  sobbing, limping, reaching for any justification, any assurances.....shopping online for "human hair" wigs.
WAKE UP! WAKE UP!! IT'S TIME TO GO TO SLEEP!!!