Fuck

It's always the mornings when you have to wake up early that you can't sleep. Brain is roiling, won't settle down, retreading old ground and wearing a hole in my mental carpet. Despite my best attempts to get rid of the iron maiden bed I sleep in, it looks like I'll be sleeping in it for a few more weeks; don't have the money to buy a new mattress. The bed realizes its days are numbered though, and is making a last ditch attempt in destroying my neck muscles.