I feel very MaryJane about this all, insomnia, the bane of my existence and, the reason I sometimes type late into the night. I have been on a bit of a horror kick lately, thinking about something the scares me, both fascinates me and horrifies me. So this is a new feeling for me, and maybe for everyone around this time period. It has been deemed taboo to talk about like I can't call it weird, or strange. When it is both weird and strange. I use times like this to escape and write or craft, doing something to keep sane. This has become my past time.
Wow, I sounded so lyrical.