Gonzo sleep routine

After midnight and severe sleep deprivation sets it. I turned on Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, which, just simply watching it, is like being hopped up on a cocktail of different psychadelic drugs but mixed with the lack of sleep and anxiety attack; it's like slipping into a dream going  unfathomably fast in a helicopter.

All concept of gravity and direction goes awry while the concept of reality melts away in front of you like an ice block in front of a portable heater.

All of a sudden, you wish you had drugs because they'd be a reprieve from the psychosis of sobriety and reality.

I need to write. Escape into a reality that's not this waking nightmare but at the moment writer's block hits like a jealous ex.

I need a different hit to induce lethargy and unconsciousness. Donnie Darko for the death sleep? That dreamless sleep or lively sleep full of such dreams that explode nonsensically without order or reason and cannot be disturbed by the noise from reality that makes the stir of an unabashed neutron bomb? Wake up wifette? Go upstairs? Get out! Sleep. Nothingness. I'll wake up when the world makes sense again.