Dead, as in more-or-less dead.

In light of recent internetventures, it would seem as though people are still using these blogs. Do as the Romans, yeah?

Does anyone ever get the feeling that a part of them is dying, or changing perhaps? A feeling as though you were bagged up in your sleep and dropped right off the side of a highway road far from civilization? This evanescent feeling that maybe, just maybe, you've missed something?

I do.

I feel far away and almost sad. Me, sad! I suppose complacency can't last forever.

Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me. I've been so tired as of late. By tired, I mean exhausted. I'm getting plenty of sleep, I'm eating fine, I'm drinking the hell out of water and cranberry juice; however, I feel like I didn't sleep a wink the night before. My thoughts are slow, my comprehension is sub-par, and my eyelids are heavy. I'm getting these random dizzy-spells. I've also taken several naps at the most inconvenient of times.

As far as sleep goes, I can't be comfortable. I must be sleeping in awkward positions, because I feel more sore every day. There's a good deal of hurt right where I lay on my arm. My thigh hurts when I walk, too.

I can't stop listening to Blind Guardian.

Over,

and over,

and over.

Believe it or not, I find the sounds relaxing.

Oh man.