December 9th, 2001. Brian can't sleep.

Sleep? Who needs sleep? Not me. I am happy just clicking away on my computer until dawn. *click click click*

Insomnia sucks. Look at the time. I have to be at work in 7.5 hours, but I need at least 8 hours of sleep a day to function properly. This is not good at all.

Dammit, my stupid laptop is flaking out on me again. It's so tempermental. If it were a person, I'd kick it in the shins.

Whoa baby! I never noticed this before! It's not really a Western-style toilet (it's just a plastic shell you put over a squat toilet to make it more gaijin-friendly), but it's a step in the right direction. Wanna try it out with me? Let's go.

Aw crap. Well, as you can see, a human being can no longer fit in the stall. Well, that was just a big tease, wasn't it?

We are not amused.

I got this from Don Quixote's last night. Now I am even more organized. I love boxes.

Have you seen that Simpsons episode where Bart goes to a box factory and Homer is convinced that Bart was turned into a box?

Well, I have recreated that exact incident in my room, using a box and a hat. Sometimes I am so clever that it is scary.

7 hours later. Same day. Brian regrets being a cocky bastard.

How is it possible for a human being to want to go back to sleep so badly? Oh man, this day is going to be torture. The only thing keeping me going is the fact that I am going to see Craig and Brenda again tonight. Looking forward to it, I haven't seen those two in a while now.

Do you think these may have had something to do with the fact that I couldn't sleep last night? My supervisor tells me that they are nothing more than mints (and strong mints at that), but why the hell do they call them No Sleep if they are nothing more than breath fresheners?

Well, I don't feel any peppier, so I am pretty sure they are not amphetamines. But I wouldn't be surprised if they were.

Sleep? Who needs sleep? I am an advanced human, and the only shut-eye I need is what I get from blinking all day.

What the hell was I thinking? Oh shit, only a few more minutes before I have to head out. Now, where did those mints get to?