Sometimes it's hard to drag myself out of bed in the morning. I have this feeling of impending doom, like the sword of Damoclese hanging over my head. I watch the events happening around the world, and I see a bleak future for my boys. I see this country collapsing into a rotting hulk that feeds upon itself until there's nothing left to feed on. I feel helpless to stop the gangrene that has infected every aspect of society, and that all there is left to do is watch the necrosis spread. I hate feeling helpless most of all, but I also hate the thought of doing something just for the sake of keeping busy. I feel like the time may come when something has to be done, and I don't want to have already gone off half-cocked and have nothing left when it really matters.

Well, who needs sleep anyway?