Thinking... Thinking... Thinking...

Recently I have observed that my spasmodic periods of insomnia coincide with times where I am burdened (perhaps this is the wrong word to use...) by a myriad of worries or woes. I think too much. Whenever I am faced with challenges or troubles, the clockwork in my brain begins to cycle as if urged by an unrelenting stimulant. Inevitably as the gears wear thin, it all comes to a standstill and I am left with a terrible feeling of uncertainty like a journeyman at a crossroads choosing between two ominous paths.

Clearly, I am suffering from insomnia this very moment.

Being renowned as a 'googling' imbecile, I decided to self-diagnose my condition. In the depths of the internet, I discovered that a possible cure was to indulge myself in the art of the 'Haiku'. A friend suggested I try masturbation as that would 'tire me out'. Ultimately, after much deliberation, I decided to get my hands dirty in poetry (not Vaseline).

Steer ones mind to thoughts.

Astray in contemplation

A capricious fool.

I should stick to my day job... but then again, I have none. On that note, I think the trick has worked. Good night.