InsomniacEverywhere you look these days, drug use is rampant.
Pharmaceuticals seem to be taking over the lives of all and sundry like some sort of plague. The Zombie Apocalypse that all the Pacific Northwesterners are so obsessed with? This is it. Pill Zombies roam thick in the streets!
Me? I prefer the natural stuff. Not the plants. Good old fashioned insomnia. Lack of sleep works wonders for one's mindstate... that is, if one is of a creative bent.
4 days and nights without sleep, and the average painter can create her greatest masterpiece, and maybe even write a symphony with no knowledge of music whatsoever. Mind you, all the while she may see albino spiders in the corners of her vision and have hour-long conversations with long-dead relatives, but, all things considered, that's a small price to pay for such rushes of brilliance.
I prefer to go for a solid five night stint, surviving on an empty stomach full of coffee and earphones full of anarchy-soaked punk cranked at ear-split leve