my psychie is a cracked porcelain doll

i don’t know what that means, but i like the image. anyhow. i started getting this feeling, a sort of anxiety thing i supose, that i need to hide from reality. so thats what i do. under blankets like the 4 year old who thinks that the blanket will save him from the monsters under his bed and in his closet. maybe it has something to do with my insomnia/sleep deprevation (yes, both) that i am experiencing. well, right now its just procrastination and a lack of caring for meanial grunt work. its 2:29 and i have 2 projects i should be working on, but am not as i am here instead. plus a good part of sweeney todd just started, which means i wont start working again for a little longer. ha. maybe im a subconcious masochist. i dont know if that exists or not. my eloquence is quickly fading with my understanding of logial sentence structure.