Phone in The Microwave

It's late and I can't sleep...

Actually, it's not that late, but that's hardly the point. Point is, it's been a while since I've stayed up at night against my will. Usually, I sleep the sleep of the dead, of the just, of the just dead? I don't know... Someone has started to creep back into my life again and I'm nervous about what that might imply. I don't even know if it's something I'm interested in allowing to happen. Maybe I shouldn't be. Maybe I should. I don't really care about that, but I promise you this: I will confront this situation head on and, while I'll protect myself, I won't lie to myself or you, or anyone, about anything. I won't allow myself to get into the murk again. I won't allow myself to be treated badly. My friend has already promised that she'll microwave my phone if I do, and we can't have that.