where are all my insomniacs?

in 1997, if i couldn’t sleep, i could always get on IRC and be assured that someone somewhere out there was around to be randomly awake with. of course, i also lived in a dorm full of women and didn’t feel comfortable knocking on anyone’s door, save perhaps my best friend that year. and that’s only if she was free – it’s not that she wouldn’t be up, but she was likely chain-smoking, downing enough mountain dew to float the entire crew team, and talking to her girlfriend in vancouver via the magic of the internet.

these days, if i can’t sleep, i just can’t sleep. everyone on facebook seems to be online in the same 15-minute window, and everyone on twitter is robots. there’s nobody to talk to. it’s just me.


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