I can't sleep. I hate it. It's been so long since this has happened. I've been falling asleep early and sleeping so peacefully forever until morning. Now the one cup of coffee I had is making everything race and I can't slow it down. I feel delirious. Everything real and from books swirling together, I can't tell it all apart. I. Can't. Sleep.

I hate this. Waiting waiting waiting. So passive and so wired. I want it all to be over.

Maybe I've just lost my tolerance to caffeine completely since John broke my coffeepot. I do tend to get kind of weepy when I've had too much coffee. Still... I had coffee four and a half hours ago... I guess it's probably around its peak onset right about now, actually. I should have known better.

I don't know what to do. Wait some more, I guess. Maybe it will all be better in the morning. But I don't want to wait that long.