It seems summer has plagued me with nothing but a severe case of insomnia. This insomnia has taken on a life of it's very own and entitled me to nothing but deep reflection with a side of paranoia for the inevitable future. I can't stray from these overruling bad habits of mine either. I was hoping this would be a changing summer for me or at least a summer full of excitement and treasured memories. Yet once again it's done nothing of the sort. No I haven't even got the raise from work which I was promised months ago. I may be stuck in a rut but I'm sure I am the one to blame for it. I need a burst of inspiration, a joult in the right direction. I haven't managed to get my overdue driver's lisence or my artifical red hair back. The pity party has been started by none other than little old me. "Happiness is like a butterfly, which when persued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you." - Nathanial Hawthorne.
Thank you grandmother.
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