Ryan is snoring loud enough that through the falling-to-pieces earplugs that are all I've got left, I can't sleep. At all. More drugs? Ehh, sure. Why not? It's not like (at the moment) I have any reason or desire to be sober. What I DO want is a pair of headphones and enough music to drown in.

I hate insomnia. It tends to drag depression along with it. *growls at her body's Lack Of Internal Clock and all associated problems*

Bah.

Dammit, I need new earplugs.