Insomnia. I’ve never had any experience with it. I’ve known plenty of people who have, however. Tonight I cannot get to sleep.
Oh, I am tired enough, I suppose, after working an extended shift in the middle of my second (out of three) of six day work weeks before year’s end. But dreamland is elusive tonight and I’m starting to get angry.
Tomorrow and Saturday are sure to be at least twelve hours of booze shilling hell. And I’m not the sort to function well on less than seven solid hours of sleep.
I don’t know if this is due to the half pot of coffee I consumed with dinner. Or maybe things I should be concerned with that I am not. Or things I’m overly concerned with that I should not be.
There’s a lot going ’round in my head right now and that’s probably not helping.
I was reading. That usually helps me to drift. Well, until my Touchpad’s battery died, that is.
I’ll see what happens when I attempt to shut down the thought processes.
Again.
Good night, y’all.
I’ll do my best to not be a bear tomorrow.
No promises, though.
