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Wednesday, November 4, 1970

Fig. 028

The rambling of an insomniac/alcoholic.

The sun is rising. Another all night long to compliment the all day long. 96 hours gone by with only 13 to close my eyes. Caffeine jolts through my system to ensure that I remain alive. Persistent. I'll take 3 more hours to rest tonight when my chores and errands and jobs are completed. Then it's on to the next social gathering. How do I stop this? Why the hell would I?