I'm up way too late, but it always comes to this. Blurrily paging across the internet, doing things..forgetting why I'm doing them. The silence of the night is broken only by the click of the keyboard; the click of the mouse. My mind has turned mushy, like a lump of over cooked cabbage--it must look that way too. My bed gave up calling for me hours ago, resigning itself to my deafness. I have become one with my chair, one with my computer. It's hold over me is too strong. I cannot leave. I cannot go.