insomnia...

it keeps me out the the realer parts of reality.... my dream scape... I now know what I have to do.... but I'm in a procrastination loop for some of it... like most of my life... I'm walking the edge of it all. I'm going through the motions at times....

I'm dissattisfied .... lazy almost.... sorta like the spelling error in this line... I know its there, but I don't really want to go through the effort to fix it. Instead its easier to write about the error then to compose some sort of method to learn from it, correct it or something else...

the dreams are more real and more important then the realities.

I can't remember the angel train time...

what was the book?