incoherent

i am on zero hours of sleep after this head cold kept me up last night. i alternated between reading and MTV from ten until one o’clock and paced around my bedroom from one to four. with insomnia nothing is real. everything is far away. my mouth is so dry that pills stick to its roof instead of going down my throat. i think i’ve been staring into space for minutes at a time, but there is no way to tell. things are getting blurry. a thought is repeating: keep your eyes on the prize. this could have something to do with austin or, more likely, it just means that i’ve lost touch.