"How can you swallow so much sleep."

Did some drawings this weekend. Did some thinking too. Received an SMS from a friend asking me if I was going for the Metric concert and if I am she'd go buy us the tickets first 'cos I guess she knows I'm always broke at the end of the month. Thinking if it's worth it, which led me to think about money and savings and what's important. I feel hopeless. The worst time to think, I feel, is those nights when you're slightly insomniac. You can't get any shut eye and you end up staring at the ceiling, watching the dark shadows look down at you. A night of endless thinking you wish someone would just punch you in the face and knock you out.