Midnight and the Kitties are Sleeping

Aaaagh!
I can't sleep. I fell asleep really early (those good drugs again), so now I'm up in the middle of the night. But that's not such a bad thing. I will take another Vicodin and be asleep soon. But for now I want to think a little. When I woke up, my mind was racing with ideas.

I sort of remember dreaming just before I woke up and can only remember that in the dream I was Freddie Krueger.  I was searching everywhere for a mirror but each time I would find one the glass would suddenly break just before I had a chance to look in it. Now my face is pretty gruesome, but it is nowhere as gruesome as poor old Freddie. 

In the movies Freddie had been burned to death by a group of vigilantes who were unhappy that he had escaped child murder charges on a technicality. He was killing people for revenge. Sometimes I think about that moron that burned me and sometimes I feel like getting revenge. He is out there living the good life and I am here in my parents house going through recovery one more time. This is a never ending nightmare. I wake up from it just to find it is real. Real when I am asleep and real when I am awake.

I think I better take that Vicodin now and try to escape some of these thoughts.