Luckily tonight is unlike most others as no dwellings on the past/present/future have overcome me, it is a simple feeling of restlessness. After watching interview after interview it has become apparent that no amount of Fassbender-Mcavoy-Knightly or Hardy will bring about any deep rest, it is hopeless. But tonight is still a peaceful unease in which I crept down the stairs, hopping past the well known creaks. Edging through the kitchen door trying my hardest not to unsettle my furry friends and poured myself a bowl of Cinnamon Grahams. Then retraced my steps back to my fitful room and now I sit comfortably with the window ajar watching X-Men First Class wishing for sleep to wash over me.
3.04 am.
4.14 am.
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