you've given me your insomnia, haven't you.
no, you know what it is: the goddam siren song of the very Internets, nay, the machine itself.
whole worlds going on, and i'm only half awake and still want to know more, more, more...
i use this goddam thing like a drug. information junkie. conflict. and contact.
and i realize: you know, i don't know for how long now, but a while: i have been constantly reassessing assumptions I didn't even know I had, on a daily if not hourly basis. not just intellectual ones, either.
it's exhilarating. and a bit exhausting.
people are fucking complicated, aren't we?
fascinating little buggers that we are.
i'm going to bed.