stress induced insomnia

2:54am. im up restless, in bed and on the computer even though the doctor said to use my bed only to sleep in; that this would help the insomnia. she i at my right, asleep like a rock. love is a strange thing. i am so pissed at her. being accused of of something you didnt actually do is one of the most infuriating things ever. chris rock said if youve never thought of where you would hide the body, youve never been in love.

"how do i look?"
"good"
"no... be honest!"
"ok. honestly, i hate that skirt."
"(sigh) i didnt ask how my skirt looked. how do i look?"
"oh... well, you look great. i just dont like the skirt."
"ugh, nevermind."

im wondering what the point of putting your music library on shuffle is if youre just going to skip to the song you actually want to hear. all she wants to hear is t-boz and meridith brooks and antigone rising; all i want to hear is karl schubach of misery signals scream in my ear, "face yourself... coward."

3:23am: