It has now been near on two days since my last involuntary lapse into a state describable only as temporary catatonia. Wow; that is one hell of a mouthful. I suppose insomnia is wont to do that to me. I become wordy, and occasionally very entertaining. Having little recourse but to talk endlessly to myself during the wee hours, the thought has entered in to record these mad ravings in a constructive manner.
Looking back on that little soliloquy, this seems almost like another ill-fated journal project. Hmmm.
Posts to this mess will doubtless be even more sporadic and disorganised than those of previous physical journals, as who can say when the inspiration (and corresponding sleep deprivation) will strike. I have spell-checked this load twice. I think some things are still muddled. No Matter.
