I hate sleep.

It's 2:12 am. Last night I stayed up and took an 8:00am train to the Oakland
Coliseum. I was bored, and I wanted to see a baseball game. I bought a ticket
and lied down in the Coliseum parking lot and dozed off for a while. Eventually I came to,
and the stadium gates opened. I bought a seven-dollar hot dog and as I sat down
to watch batting practice, I realized that I hate the Oakland A's. Those yellow and
green idiots. I left.

I still don't want to sleep. Sleep is surrender. I want to continue
thinking and existing. I don't want to spend half my life unconscious,

Insanity: bring it on.