Monday, October 11th, 2004 • No Comments on Sleepless in Virginia
Lately I’ve come to associate my insomnia with my coffee drinking habit. I didn’t develop a taste for coffee until last year and I try to avoid caffeine to keep my heart happy, so with the exception of my two or three coffees a week, my caffeine intake is pretty low. I know I should drink decaf, and I sometimes do, but there are times when I want
to be able to stay up late and coffee does the trick. That’s not really insomnia, it’s drug-induced wakefulness.
Coffee is a treat for me— I don’t drink it at home and I don’t drink it every day, which is probably why it has such a strong affect on me. “Going for coffee” is a soothing ritual that I’ve come to associate with good conversation and productive creativity.
I’m a true insomniac, always have been. I’m reminded of that tonight as I sit here, wide awake at 2 a.m., without the benefit of caffeine. It’s a different sort of insomnia than the coffee-induced variety; my mind is racing in a dozen different directions, but I don’t have the energy to channel my thoughts into anything creative. I usually don’t mind my insomniac nights, especially when I don’t have to get up early the next morning, but sometimes I just want my brain to be quiet… and let me sleep.