5 in the morning. At least I got some sleep last night. The last few nights were a regular old nightmare. Keep waking after just 3, 4 hours, unable to get back to sleep, so I get out of bed and surf, surf surf, chat chat chat. I should probably be doing something useful. I should be working on my work, starting a new novel or something. Anything. Write a few poems, whatever. Then I just sit in front of the screen and stare at it for hours and nothing comes. I start surfing or chatting and everything is just flowing flowing. In life everything is always flowing, artists just harness the flow and bend it slightly to their will.