Very busy night...or a very early morning

Take your pick, I love both.
So here I am, jiving on caffiene. Caffiene jitter bug, that's my favorite dance it seems. Starts with a pop of the wrist, swallow for good luck, then you start to get antsy and overhwelmed. Music calls to you and you decide to stay up a little more. Back to your feet, the warmth of covers releasing you as the jitterbug crawls up your spine.
Oh delightful. I love staring endlessly at the lonely liquid filled screen of my laptop as I try to figure out what to cram into my morning. amazing how things can drag on eh? Blogs are best for insomniacs like me. Night owls ain't got shit on me, and even the sun asks me to make coffee so it can hit the snooze on its alarm.

Can't understand a word I say, that's ok, takes the touch of insomnia to understand the threads I float in when I'm flowing at that hour.

Round two, another pop from the wrist, covers swallow you long enough to send the chill of paranoia and too much thought into your body. Up again, too anxious to sleep. Afraid of your dreams? Afraid of the pre-sleep thoughts? Afraid of letting your mind wander out on its on? That's ok. We invented TV and the internet to guide your thoughts into a senseless oblivion, hiding your own imagination from itself. How wonderfully crude.

Backwards is forwards is up is down. I honestly feel mixed up and disoriented as I float here and remind myself that I have class in about an hour and a half...maybe a bit more? I have to do some work. Wednesday is part 1 of my spanish final, last due day for any sociology work I haven't finished, probably something for my other classes too. Just one more week I believe for College courses. My grades don't look so hot. I'm concerned and worried. Jittery as a junebug.

Round three, you can't even leave your chair now. Fingers shake and just thinking about thinking reminds you of your personal fear. Jitters run through your body as you attempt to hide from the paranoid, sugar rushed ideas you've conjured up. Jittery as a junebug. Caffiene jitterbug.

I wish you were here. Here to tell me I'm just being crazy. Here to tell me it'll be alright. Here to remind me its just my wild thoughts in the night. To curl up beside me and calm me down so I could sleep calmly and make not a sound.
You catch the drift.
I just can't tell myself that, even though its true. At this hour, I can hardly trust myself at all.

Round four, almost there, the father gets up and lectures his share, then out the door with coffee in hand, to caffiene jitterbug his way to work. Smiling softly, you let thought resume, the light seems to help ease your mind a little...but not all of it. Paranoia of failure still chases every stray thought.

Louis Logic - Morning After Pill
"I wish they made a morning after pill, so I wouldn't have to feel like such an asshole still."

Good morning world. I made coffee.