Infinite underlying threads of uncertainty web their way through the grayness of wakefulness. Surely there must be an answer to the consuming, overwhelming perplexity of how this should be handled. Head shaking does little to dispel the webs intent to confuse. Covering the eyes only darkens the image, enhancing the sinister proportions of the problem. Determination would be the solution. Resolving to overcome the complexities of the situation definitely held the key. Bringing this resolve into action however, causes immense anticipation of great discomfort. Desperation, and the need to urinate, finally convince me that I must get out of bed, only knowing I will be required to repeat this dilemma again tomorrow.

At least I woke up