Most people know I don't like to drive. It's not something I get a kick out of. But when I get out of work at 3am, I find myself wanting to drive, and drive, and drive. It takes a considerable amount of will to not just pick a cardinal direction and keep going until the car cannot go any further. Kind of just looking at running. Getting away. It's a frustrating feeling because I know it won't help anything but it's that run I want to do.

This comes midway through my self-imposed exile from instant messenger programs, only a few days, but I keep wanting to jump to them but I don't feel any different, better or worse. This is frustrating because even bad change would be better than none as it at least tells me something.

Also. Want to sleep, but can't. Tired and should be asleep. Horribly worn out but so twitchy to make me want to keep moving.