I am so anxious sleep wont swallow me whole. Hands on my heart; this is the third night I cannot sleep. But I’m exhausted!!! The damn k1 flu. My whole body hurts. There is an extreme pain in the nerve of my left leg that is sprawling all the way from my inner thigh to the sole of my foot. The pain is sharp and pulsating, like the alarm that goes off during a burglary in an art museum, I’m reminded of that scene in the movie How to Steal a Million where the alarm just keeps ringing and ringing and Peter O’Toole and Audrey Hepburn are somewhat to my memory chuckling in a closet while playing psychological warfare on the security. I can’t even breathe so well, so I steamed my nose, put on face cream and lip cream again, and made chamomile tea. I meditated with Kassandra, repeating the mantra: This situation will pass, so I choose to deal with it calmly. This situation will pass, so I choose to deal with it calmly. I keep changing my position on the bed, like the ticking of a clock. Time has a strange, predatory speed when you are insomniac; it sprints while you are pinned down. It is a dark 2:25 of my soul!