Another sleepless night.  No NyQuil.  By the time it became clear that I would be needing chemical assistance to sleep, it was far too late/early to deploy NyQuil.  Took a Benadryl at 4:30 and slept for an hour.   Which is not nearly enough.
How long, dear reader…how long?!  How the fuck long must this insidious insomnia go on?  Too many more nights of this nonsense and I might finally crack.  I’ve felt on the verge of either a breakthrough or a breakdown for a while now…either way, something’s ready to break.  Perhaps this causeless yet ruthless sleep deprivation will be the straw the stroked the camel’s sack.
I think I still have half a bottle of super-shitty absinthe somewhere around here.  I might take a snort off that bottle at bedtime.  If I can’t get sleep, I might as well get weird.
Of course, none of this would be an issue had I been able to travel down to Tijuana in August to purchase enough farmacia to tranquilize the entire Mexican Army, enjoy a bit of blood-sport at the bullfights, and perhaps go say hola to the girls in the red dresses down at ¡Adelita’s – Cuatro Pisos de Putas!  Gosh darn this wretched pandemic.
I just want to sleep.

N.P.: “Rock This Town” – The Brian Setzer Orchestra