2:27 AM is the perfect time to write a journal entry. 
It's true. However, 2:27 AM ... becomes 2:36... becomes 3:30... becomes 4:55...
That's how insomnia started for me. 
I'd stare at my ceiling, my wall, and think about the day. 
Soon, I'd want to sleep, I'd beg myself to sleep. 
By the time I was ten I rarely got even a few hours of sleep without waking up.
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Today I take a lovely white bill known as  a sleeping pill. 
Official name is Ambien. 
Dangerous? I think so. 
I took this pill and for the first time in ten years slept a good night of sleep. 
I also discovered just how quickly the thirty minutes before actual sleep was erased by this pill. 
Entire converstions were forgotten, entire memories lost.
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At first I thought that I was the only one with this problem. 
Losing bits of time? Impossible. 
Turns out that what was actually happening was that my mind would fight the pill to stay awake. 
It was great fun to hear a favorite actress of mine recount her Ambien horror story. 
She would eat in her sleep. 
Wake up with chicken bones... and candy stuck to her leg. 
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I wake up with the occasional food wrapper.
Mostly just a foggy head and memory of the night before. 
Many a time, new items have been downloaded onto my computer... icons, broadways, ect. 
Sometimes pictures, saved for no reason that I can think of. 
The best is when I wake up with everything still on and open.
My computer, my lights, my door. Worst of all... homework books.
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I'd quit, but I can't.