Sleep is the most moronic fraternity in the world, with the heaviest dues and the crudest rituals
The time when men of reason go to bed.
It is one of life’s bitterest truths that bedtime so often arrives just when things are really getting interesting.
Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again.
I told the doctor I was overtired, anxiety ridden, compulsively active, constantly depressed, with recurring fits of paranoia.
Turns out I’m normal.