This supernatural soliciting
Cannot be ill, cannot be good: if ill,
Why hath it given me earnest of success,
Commencing in a truth? I am Thane of Cawdor.
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature?
What was it that kept me awake? Was it the coffee? Or was it the other negative feelings noted in my entry last night? I did not sleep well. I have been awake since 2am last night, and the whole night was spent turning here and there on the bed. I have been controlling my feelings and emotions too tightly I think.
I need to get rid of the obsession. I wonder how I can do so.
Reminder: Never ever drink a large cup of frappucino at 7pm.