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I'm in for another sleepless night, probably followed by a late morning, thus completing the evil circle of bad sleeping habits. Right now I'm contemplating the peculiar prickling feeling I get in my leg when it has fallen asleep. I love not being able to feel my toes, but kinda hate the feeling of feeling returning to the foot. Alwas almost but not quite painful, sorta, well prickly. Also, I think I'm in love with agent Cooper from Twin Peaks. It is a sad love, since he's currently in love with this girl on the show, but I'm sure he'll get over her as soon as I travle to Twin Peaks and send him a letter enclosing fourteen of my eyelashes. I did tell my soon-to-be-husband akselwestlund, but I don't think he cares. How dare he undermine our love Dale Cooper? I guess we will have to visit the log lady together and ask her. David Lynch is a genius! I want to sleep. I desperately want to sleep. I'm lost in the land of bad spelling and weird thoughts. Before something else slips out I guess I should stop writing.

Night all!