Time to sleep

So i'm awake and I'm awake and I'm asleep but I'm awake. And I can't sleep. I'm seeing mosquitoes where there's none but I can't sleep. My ass is numb but I can't sleep. I'm awake. I'm typing. I'm reading what I've typed. I'm typing. I'm reading. My neck. I sit next to myself and look over my shoulder at what I've typed. The screen's glowing too much. The screens got all these epileptic mayan squiggles underneath the colours. "Luka" comes on and I groan quietly because I hate that song but I love that song and I love Susan Vega but I hate that song. I think. "Tom's Diner" comes on and I love that song and I can see the woman who doesn't really see me but she sees her own reflection. Coffee makes me ill but I want coffee. I want that addiction. It's so romantic, being a coffee addict. Maybe I'll marry a coffee addict who will love me despite my caffeine intolerance.