At this time I should be asleep. Yet here I am wide awake. Reading a book to try wind down and tire my eyes. It isn’t working. Lots of coffee may be necessary tomorrow. I don’t even really want to go to bed to be left with only my thoughts. Its not good. I seem to be making sore spots on my fingers. Its strange but when agitated I pick at my fingers til they bleed. I have always done it. I need to stop. Its sore.