Empty
I keep expecting for the exhaustion to hit and me to simply fall over. It's not happening yet. I did get some sleep last night, an hour or so? I just know that I lay in bed, the events replaying over and over waiting for the hour at which it was finally appropriate to call someone to meet up for brunch. 7? 7:15? No, all bad. 9 am... more appropriate, if not a bit disturbed.
I've been an insomniac before but not quite this bad. Over the past 48 hours I have been in the south suburbs, chinatown, logan square, pilsen, bucktown, lakeview, river north... but I have not really been to sleep. I fear this is going to become a serious problem soon.
Buy some: Metric, Amy Winehouse