wasting away.

It's one of those nights. I'm here, wide awake again. Sometimes, I feel this incessant urge to keep my eyes open as random thoughts start fighting for attention. That's when I end up sitting on a chair, staring blankly into space, too focused on things going on inside my head to be conscious of the physical world. Where does all this thinking get me? Nowhere. Do I even remember what I think about when I wake up the next morning? No. Bah. Pointless waste of time.