I sympathise with Maxi Jazz from 'Faithless'. Insomnia is a nuisance and instead of grabbing a few extra hours of much needed sleep, one resorts to posting bullshit on the internet in order to stop one's self from going crazy.
It has just gone 3am. I can hear the sweet breathes of my girlfriend as she dreams about blue screens and riveting and hilarious incidents involving people buying clothes from shops. I am envious. You see, despite the fact I feel reasonably tired, I know that sleep will not overcome me for a while yet. Unfortunately that is just the way things are. At first it troubled me, but now I am resigned to the fact that my sleeping pattern is fucked.
Going to bed at 4am and waking at 2pm is frequent and it does have it's advantages, but right at this very moment in time, I feel exhausted, and I am begging sleep to come. At least scratching my balls is mildly entertaining...
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