Falling, falling falling

I feel ever so ill.

My continental breakfast of black coffee and plain blueberry waffles isn't sitting so well. In the past three days I think I've gotten a combined total of 10 hours of sleep.

Stupid insomnia.

Instead of sleeping, I've taken to spending the nocturnal hours playing Cubis on MSN. It's the only game I seem to be good at, which baffles me. This morning I ended up somewhere around Level 35, and no matter how much I tried I just couldn't lose.

I need a new hobby.

I've been thinking about picking up Tarot cards again. The pack I want isn't carried by Chapters, unfortunately, which means I'd have to order it from Amazon. And the thing about the Tarot is that the pack you use should mean something to you. I remember seeing and reading about this set the first time, and how it instantly felt right. I have always loved the Victorian era, and I like the simplicity of the black and white cards.

Cubis is so much more affordable.