I’m having a serious run of insomnia this week.  This is the fourth night in a row where I find myself completely and utterly exhausted, but unable to sleep.  I’ve been tired since 4 o’clock this afternoon, but here it is ten hours later and I can’t sleep.  My body wants to crash, but my mind is all over the place and won’t let me rest.  Thankfully, I’m off for a few days so I can’t complain too much.  I remember times when I’ve had to be at work at 8 or 9 in the morning every day and I would have insomnia several nights in a row.  Now that’s tough on the body.

There was a hell of a storm tonight.  I went out after it passed to take care of Jae and Shannon’s kitties while they’re gone.  On the way there and back, I kept doing that sleepy driver thing where you drift toward the shoulder.  A little scary with so many puddles on the road, but I made it home and the kitties are fed.  I should go to bed, but I know it’ll be an hour or more before I fall asleep.

On top of the insomnia, I’ve been having nightmares.  Last night’s theme was violent death and the inability to see clearly (things appeared fuzzy, someone’s glasses were a catalyst for violence).  I’m sure my subconscious is trying to tell me something… or maybe I just want to hit someone and buy new glasses.  Heh.

As sort of a post-script to last night’s comments about writing full-time, I am intrigued by and also jealous of this guy.  He received donations equivalent to one year’s salary ($22,000) from visitors to his web site, so now he plans to quit his job and draw comic strips full-time for his loyal fans.  He seems to be pretty talented, too.  That’s amazing.  For half that much, I’d quit my job and write full-time.  Feel free to contact me for my address if you’d like to make a donation.  (If only it were that easy, right?)

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 01:20 AM Permalink