Caffeine and Adrenaline

Haven't slept in two days. Been torturing my kidneys with coffee and Red Bull. While affective in keeping me from sleepwalking or whatever the hell happened, it has made me more on edge. I spend every waking minute glued to the computer and television searching for some sign, some indication of what may have happened. Even at the office I spend most of the day searching the internet for news. I've been neglecting my workload. I haven't even prepared for this trip to KC. On my daily commutes I study the faces of the cattle, exploring them for any signs of recognition. Mostly I just see the same blank faces, vacantly staring out the window or entranced by their electronic gadgets like zombies. However, I did see Mirror Man yesterday (or was it the day before?). He was sitting at the far end of the train, his well tailored suit and brief case almost an oxymoron against the surrounding backdrop. I caught him watching me. We briefly made eye contact, but he looked away in utter disgust. A lump formed in my throat and my mouth went dry. I felt a surge of anger and hatred towards him. What right does he have to look down his nose at me? His arrogance and disdainful attitude have made him my enemy. Perhaps when I return from my trip I will pay him a visit.

A Bad Day

Spent most of the night staring at the ceiling. I couldn't sleep and after Detective Black's visit I'm apprehensive about continuing my cattle hunting activities. The television offered no refuge. I spent some time online but all that did was fuel my desire to kill. After a sleepless night and a miserable train ride to work I had to deal with work. The Corporate Muppet was in my office when I walked in, beaming from ear to ear with a stupid grin. How I loathe that face. Every time I see it I have such a massive urge to gouge my thumbs into it's eyes. I want to see that smile while blood and pus stream down the Muppets face. Pulling myself back to the moment I learned that I'm being sent to Kansas City on Thursday. After a few moments of protests that fell on the Muppets deaf ears I started to realize that maybe getting away for a few days wouldn't be such a bad thing. I can get away from the good detective and this wretched city for a time.