It's nearly 6 am, and I'm still battling to sleep. I've just taken a sleeping pill, and I'm listening to music. Hopefully this'll chill me out. I could certainly use some relaxation.

For some odd reason, I haven't felt sober for the past week. My emotions are totally numb. I'm starting to think that I can half understand why people go nuts. I'd like to think that I'm pretty solid, both mentally and emotionally, but right now, I feel as if my mind is being beaten into submission by the injustices humanity inflicts upon itself. And what's the end result?

You change. You find yourself changing in ways you'd never have let yourself change in before. And the question I'm posing is this: How does one know they're bordering on the verge of insanity?

Obviously it's not as if there's this big fucking sign that passes you by, saying, "Last off-ramp before insanity - 500 metres.".

So, ultimately, would you really know if you're going mad? And what sets you off on that journey down that brilliant delusional dream path of insanity? Lastly, and most importantly, is the name of the first insanity-highway's rest-stop's restaurant the "Your Emotions Are Numbing Diner"?

I pray to whatever fucking deity actually does exist that that isn't the case, unless insanity is more interesting than sanity.

Now listening to: The Soundtrack from Fight Club

P.S. Big it up for my main man David Green, who recently moved to the UK. He turned 21 last week. Congrats, my man. May you have many more.