Insomnia
1:51 a.m. and all's hell. Every last one of my nerve endings is lit up like the Fourth of July. I have an appointment with a therapist in the morning, but the child in the next apartment is screaming its little head off, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to join him/her. We could banshee together until the sun came up, then nap until it went back down.
