Sleep When You’re Dead
If you’ve ever been an insomniac, like me, then you might be familiar with being so tired that you don’t trust your own perception. I went out last night and there were a series of events. I wouldn’t call these events out of the ordinary, except this is the kind of thing I haven’t been part of in a long time. I was at a bar and a girl was flirting with me, I think. I didn’t trust my judgment of what was occurring. I knew what I wanted to do. Should I? I think I ended up pacing in the bar scanning the room for an evil presence.
Is it possible to become so paranoid you don’t trust yourself?

