《Diary of an Insomniac》Night 9

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It's 3:14 am and I haven't gotten over my days repeating. How many times has this happened before? I think starting this diary was the right choice. Right now it's the only method I have for detecting these... glitches in the matrix I guess. I'll just write down my day and a few of my thoughts then read them the next day and see if things differ than how I remember writing them. I'm unsure of how well this will go. Yes I can find inconsistencies but what can I do about them? What if it's all in my head? I'm afraid to mention this to anyone. Should someone rush up to me and tell me that they are experiencing the same day multiple times I would really walk away. I don't have the free time to deal with people like that. People like me I suppose. I should look at the bright side at least I had a different day and going by what I have written here I'm not missing any days in my memory anymore. I'll just start from when I woke up. I woke up and instantly remembered what happened yesterday. I checked the date and checked it again on the computer. I was tired like I hadn't slept peacefully in several days and including the days I don't quite remember that would make sense. I drove to school and saw neither the man nor the woman. I went to organic chemistry and had a hard time focusing on hydroxy groups and epoxides. I went to art history and spent an hour and a half looking at Michelangelo's 17 foot tall, that's like 6 meters, David. Looking at the detail someone could put on stone with only metal tools 500 years ago just left me awe struck. That allowed me to get my mind off thoughts pertaining to my ground hog day. I played billiards with the guys again until it was time for class. I went to logic and we went over more rules on turning language into math. As I left class and walked back to my car the area was once again covered in that twilight atmosphere. Those existential thoughts came rushing back into my head. Why me? Has it happened before? Was I just too stupid to notice? Had they noticed and that's why they left? I quickly drove home. I was again in that empty house. The sun had set and the street lights had turned on. I tried to keep my thoughts on other things so I turned on the TV and did my studying. Now I'm in bed and I'm rereading that weird drip story. The words look like my hand writing and it's in my diary. However I have no memory of writing it. I spent those two days resting and trying to recover from my sickness. What did that guy see? I mean from the drip story. He saw something at the end, something that made him say 'I'm sorry.' How did he end up there? And what does any of this have to do with me? What does any of this have to do with ME? What does any of this have to do with ME??????

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