In My Purple Castle, There is No Sleep

Augh. There's a gardener outside making arrhythmic tapping noises I can't sleep around even though I'm strornry sleepy. I'm currently blasting Prince and the Revolution in a puerile attempt to annoy the gardener right back. I don't think it's working.

Thinking right now feels like trying to puncture a granite block with a butter knife. And to-day was yet another day where I had all sorts of plans.

Oh. I think he's stopped . . . more later . . . PERHAPS.