Can’t Sleep, Clown’ll Something Something…

All my life, or at least as long as I can remember, I’ve had an odd relationship with sleep. When I was in single digits, I would curl up anywhere I damn well pleased to catch a nap. As I got older, and my mind got clouded with real-world thoughts, I found myself turning into a bit of a night owl. By the time I reached high school, I was a straight up insomniac. You may notice my Twitter handle is two35am; this was a result of being up late at night, trying to think of a new AIM screen name*, but finding everything I tried already taken, so I just entered the current time.