Sigh.
Why the hell am I still awake? Why!?
How I hate, hate, hate insomnia. I’ve struggled with it throughout my life, even as young as six or so. I’m so tired, and yet, whenever I lie down, close my eyes and try to sleep, nothing happens.
Nothing! ARGH.
There is a Ren and Stimpy cartoon where Ren is unable to sleep for an entire night. After much hijinx and such during the night, as the sun rises and Stimpy’s golf buddies show up with their clubs, Ren holds up $5 and says, “I’ll give five bucks to the first person who can knock me out!”
And that was just one night of lost sleep. I routinely go a few days without sleep, and nobody (yes, including doctors) has a satisfactory explanation for it.
Sigh. I used to write the best poetry at 3 o’clock in the morning, under very much the same circumstance. I’m beginning to wonder if, since I’m no longer writing anything late at night (poetry wise), have I finally run out of things to say? Hmm.