Insomnia strikes again. I’m tired, but my brain won’t quiet down enough to let me sleep. I wouldn’t mind so much, except this cold has me feeling lousy so all I want to do is rest. I always resist getting involved in something this late at night (a DVD or book) because I just know I’ll be asleep before I have time to finish anything. Wishful thinking. So I end up watching a lot of bad television (Elimidate, for instance) or reruns of shows I’ve never really watched (Providence, at the moment). I don’t have enough of an attention span to read when I’m this tired, so it’s JANE or Cosmo instead of a book. In other words, this kind of insomnia isn’t productive. Now caffeine-induced insomnia is another subject… I’m rather fond of that kind of wakefulness.
Right now I just want to close my eyes and go to sleep. Wish me luck.
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