11:32 PM - And the demons in my head are running wild. I really should try to keep more of them under that goddamn trapdoor. They just keep escaping, though. I don’t know how. Oh well. I can’t do anything about it now. They’re already loose. Hell, I don’t really care so much anymore. Let the world deal with them and let them deal with the world. So long as I don’t wake up to find myself in a straightjacket and/or padded room, I don’t care. It’s not my problem. The world will just have to grip. I know how much people hate to hear that. "Just grip." Sometimes I really hate to hear it, too. Yet, sometimes it’s all you can say. Right now, it’s all I can think to say. At this point, I’m surprised you can think. Gee. Thanks for the vote of confidence there, Judas. Anytime, sweetheart. May I ask what exactly you’re doing? Of course you may not. Anyway, I’m just writing to pass the time. I’m not tired, but everyone else seems to be. Ah. I see. So what are you writing? Whatever comes to mind. Currently, I can’t think of much to say besides what I’m saying to you. I’m not sure if I should feel flattered that I’m your current focus, or insulted that I would drain you of that much concentration. I don’t care which you pick so long as you don’t turn your words into a drum solo or something. Badumbumda. Gotcha. Very funny.

11:44 PM - I can’t believe I’m spending this much time just staring at the computer screen and filling it. I can. It’s just so much like you. Yeah well. Randomness is like me. Insomnia is like me. Ye gods, I’m such a nut. You’re not that bad. I’m talking to Christ’s betrayer reincarnate from another plane of reality, and yet I’m "not that bad." You just had to bring all that up, didn’t you? Well, it is getting close to Easter and all. Tomorrow’s Palm Sunday. Huzzah. Can’t you see how overjoyed I am about that? Shush you. Shush me? You’re the one picking on me about things I did milleniums ago. That’s just it. It was milleniums ago. You lived and died milleniums ago. And yet, you’re still talking to me. Great plan to make people think you’re sane.

11:50 PM - Erg. And I’m still at it. You’re good at this. I’m used to insomnia. Why am I still talking to you? You’re gonna make me seem so goddamn ridiculous. How should I know? You could just ignore me. Besides, I’m surprised I’m still talking to you, considering how much you insult me. So maybe I don’t need you to make me sound ridiculous. You said that, not me. Shush you. Just making a statement. Ya know, we’re listening to Jesus Christ Superstar the entire ride with Mandy tomorrow. And your point is? I’ll make you listen to it. You can’t make me do anything. That a challenge? No. Chicken. Why don’t you go to bed already? ‘Cause I’m not tired. I’m wide awake, and got the fidgets. In the immortal words of Ty, "Oi." Shush you. You really like using that phrase with me, don’t you? Shush you. See! There it was again! Goddammit! Cut that out! So, where are we going tomorrow anyway? How should I know? I’m just along for the ride, and the escape from family. Hmm. You don’t pay much attention if it gets you out of here, do you? Nope. Not really. Well then. Hey. I’m a desperate teen in desperate times. You understand? Nope, but that’s okay.

MIDNIGHT - I think I’ll stop this now. That may be a good idea. Shush you. What is it with you and that phrase? Oi. Goodnight, Judas. Night.