I don't sleep...

Ever since I was a child, I've had trouble sleeping. Back in my father's house, the only home I knew up until I was 18, I'm reliving my childhood...laying in the same bed, feeling some of the same pangs that zipped into me like needles in a voodoo doll at age 15, but amplified from sheer frustration of the typical luck that has plagued me since the womb.
The asshole neighbors kept the bass-pounding "look at me, I didn't get enough attention as a child" music well past midnight. A call to Farmville's finest and ten minutes later it's gone down, but I'm currently full of nervous energy, letting my fingers tip and tap across Dad's computer keyboard, transmitting everything on his slow dial-up connection.
Scary, isn't it, that today's high school senior has pretty much known the Internet his or her entire life? When I was in that same gawky stage of life fourteen years ago, I'd still yet to log on...although we did have the DOS-based ability to shoot each other lines at school, an early form of chat.
Okay, sleep now. Pontificate on your own.