5am, can't sleep.  I hope it's just the change of mattreses, and not
something bubbling beneath the surface.  thought I'd try my hand at this
again, since I just spruced up what was already there.  
was thinking, while trying to fall back asleep a few hours ago, maybe I
should keep this as just a poetic recollection of what has happened to me
during the day.  then I questioned whether I wanted to do that, or if I
was just imitating others.  I think I arrived at the latter.  this was
never about me chronicling my mundane existance.  
sigh.  well, it is somewhat neat to feel insomniacal again, though that's
certainly a feeling of novelty as opposed to a desire for change. probably
because I caught my eye on a few writings from the days when I really
could / did keep whatever hours I felt like.  I'm sure it wasn't fun at
the time.  
maybe it's just my damn wisdom tooth coming in.  all this time, and we
haven't even evolved out of worthless and potentially harmful extra teeth.
I guess the human race is 'young' on the species timeline.  

on a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero

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