i'm full of false promises

it's true.

i have insomnia. i should be asleep right now, but i can't keep my mind from wandering. generally, this signifies a state of depression, but i've been along way from nadirs of such for a couple of months now. sixteen months of misery is history. well, i can't say that every moment of that sixteen-month stretch was stricken with woe, but the moments of unadulterated happiness were fleeting, at best. i'm at work right now, listening to silberbart on the ipod, deliberating whether or not i should take a power nap. during the hours of darkness, power naps tend to make me even more tired. and that's if i can even relax my brain enough so that sleep has a chance of winning out over consciousness. does this make sense? if it doesn't, i'll just chock it up to 21st-century existence (or lackthereof?). this silberbart album rules.

perhaps tomorrow i should create a new entry full of profundities (or platitudes, depending on the reader's interpretation). girls like profound dudes, right? the less-discerning types, i mean. the girls who can see through the facade just roll their eyes and emit some sort of sardonic, even more platitudinous (or profound?!?!?) comment in response. if i'm lucky, they'll leave a comment.

yes, it's time for a power nap.