insomnia, be the death of me

insomnia, be the death of me

So I'm on Seroquel, & I actually "slept in" until 4:45 this morning. I plan to go back to bed once I've written this note, try to evade the chat room people: perhaps it was hypomanic of me to solicit so many beautiful women, especially because I'm only a 6, but (I guess but I just don't know) that I've got too many women searching for a "soulmate" after me, as well as the usual assortment of con artists & webcams. Bubbles is getting to be extremely hilarious; I keep sending her ridiculous notes; but I'm beginning to think maybe she caught on that I don't want to see her webcam.

Trish & I are experimenting more with each other sexually, though I don't want the B. Fantasy to become as destructive as the K. Fantasy, & certainly never, ever as destructive as the Vast Active Destructive Fantasy, VADIS. She raped my mind, the phallic androgyne.

We watched part 2 of Return of the King last night.

There's a faint odor of gas coming from the basement. I'll have Northwest Energy come over & take a look at it after breakfast. I don't want to scare Trish.

I plan to work on Mark's outline today & get to the next chunk of 10K tomorrow. I really should sign up to do more fantasy DRs. No new crits of "Silence" at this time. Burned into life by the acid fire of mania, it needs to be cooled in the well of eternity to become beyond beauty & lack of it.

Then Noc-Lar starts. I can hardly wait.