I’m a walking zombie today. I’ve been up for 26 hours now and I can’t explain why. Ever since I got back from Rosarito, I’ve been having problems sleeping. Either I’ll get too little or I wont get any at all. Falling asleep before 4am on a weekday is practically unheard of. There is this renewed interest in Star Wars Galaxies, but that’s not what’s keeping me up. It’s just something to help pass the time. I’d gladly pick sleep over playing some video game right now. I’m too tired to function normally, yet I know if I was to lay down, I’d just be lying there awake and bored. The line where reality ends and dreams begin is completely blurred. Someone needs to put a shotgun up to my head and pull the trigger just like in the zombie movies.