That time of night where I wonder, is it worth trying to sleep, or if I succeeded, would it only be enough to remind my body how much it likes sleep? Oddly, it’s usually the day after the day after I get little or no sleep that night that I really start to feel it.
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Yet in my new wildness and freedom I almost welcome the bitterness of alienage. For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.
-H. P. Lovecraft, "The Outsider"