i'd like this to end.

just when i thought, hey, great, i finally figured out how to sleep through the night and be a normal human being when i wake up (for the record, i suddenly remembered my anxiety-ridden, sleepless nights during my junior and senior years of high school, and recalled that i made it through by allowing the voices of old british men to lull me to sleep as they pretended to be magical creatures), just when that happened, i came home to find my room smelling of pipe smoke. i have no idea why.

but really, world? you know what this does to me. i'd appreciate a break. just for a few days. then you can keep me up all night and keep me depressed however you'd like to.

but pipe smoke? goddamnit. i hate everything.