Didn't sleep much last night. I was up at 4:00 am worrying about every aspect of my life (as if that's ever helped me before).

Should I continue writing or take a full-time job that leaves me too psychically drained to write at the end of the day? Or is staring at my computer blankly for hours on end an adequate use of my time and modest savings? (Not always the case, but certainly last week...).

What's up with this loner life? Is my anxious awaiting of the Sex and City movie a sign that something (or a few things) are clearly missing from my life?

Why aren't I dating more? Do I need to see a witch doctor to cast a spell to prevent irregularly employed middle-aged men from approaching me in coffee shops?

And so on...

Finally, I fell asleep and had a dream filled with the characters from "Weeds" and a guy I had a crush on in high school (sigh).

Just for today, I can survive my insomnia.