Another night, plagued by insomnia.
Comments OffI have been lying down trying to get tired for the last 4 hours. I started off reading a book about the lies that the government has told us, which was pretty boring. I ended up drifting off after about 20 minutes of that, but the sleep was light, and I awoke easily after about thirty minutes. Then I moved from the couch to bed and read the hunt for red october. Two o clock hit, and I set the book down and tried to drift off. It’s ten to three now and i’m wiring this.
It’s not the staying up that I don’t enjoy. I like the alone time I get when I’m the only one conscious in the entire house. It’s a special time when all of my responsibilities just drift away. There is no work to be done, because the work that needs to be done requires noise, which I avoid at all costs in the wee hours of the morning. I feel terrible when I wake up my parents, because they have to go to work so early. One of the definite perks of living alone is the ability to do whatever you would at any hour of the night (within reason of course). Anyway, it’s not the staying up that bothers me, I rather enjoy it, it’s the next day that is going to be painful.
Waking up with less than eight hours of sleep is probably the most uncomfortable thing I experience regularly. The feeling of tiredness overwhelms my entire body and mind. Thoughts drift through my head at uncontrollable speed with zero focus, my brain literally feels like mush. My eyes sting as I fight with them to stay open. Ugh.. I’m going to have to feel that in about 6.5 hrs.
Here goes attempt number two at getting to bed.. good night world.