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something is wrong...
I'm not sleeping well lately. It's not insomnia -- I am sleeping, at least.
Something is wrong when I am getting 8 hours of sleep at night and still find myself yawning at 8pm.
Maybe it's the trains. Maybe they're finally getting to me, although it hasn't been a problem for the past 13 months I've been living a stone's throw from a major railway intersection.
Maybe it's diet. I've been cutting back on beef because I finally decided it's not good for me if it gives me a phlegmy cough every time I eat it.
Whatever, I'm obviously not sleeping well. Or else I have some obscure lethargy disease.
Only time will tell.
An obscure lethargy disease would be really picturesque in a Victorian way, though.
All my unpublished poems could be discovered Emily Dickinson-style after I finally wasted away. Wouldn't that be lovely?
