Sleep of the Damned: No Good Reason, But Every Reason Edition
We’re all stressed out. All of us. For our various reasons, we just are. Maybe it’s the way we live our lives– you know, the American Way and the Protestant Work Ethic. Maybe it’s the fact that the universe is completely awry right now. Or maybe we’re all just crazy, bat-sh*t insane, in our own very special and endearing ways.
I have no doubt that the latter definitively applies to me. Clinically so.
It’s another sleepless night here in Liberal Paradise, if you haven’t guessed. I’ll make the most of it, as I usually do. But I must admit, I am more than a little vexed by tonight’s venture into Insomnia Land. I’ve been tired all day and was really looking forward to a good night’s sleep.
Thwarted, alas.
But at least I have things to keep me occupied— Compositions, Job Apps, The Diss, The Sev, Knitting— can’t complain for want of things to do. And that, perhaps, is precisely the problem. Never enough hours in the day.
I was able to squeeze in enough time to cook today… Nice. I’ll have something to eat for a few days. I have a tendency to make soups and stews and chili that provide sustenance for this particular solitary loner for days on end.
Do I sound self-pitying? Maybe I am, just a little bit. It’s only because I want so desperately to sleep. When I’ve been awake for more than 16 hours at a stretch, I tend to become a little negative about pretty much everything.
I think this is what they call a “mixed state.”
Damn, it sucks, and I haven’t been here for a while.
Yikes.
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