I can’t sleep. I’m having another bout of my old friend insomnia. It’s a classic thing, but I hadn’t had it in a while. I think I got somewhat settled in my depression and in my life. Now, I’m back to it, I’m back to sitting here wishing I could sleep. I spent most of last night tossing and turning. I didn’t sleep until sometime after four. Now, of course, the date you are reading this I may or may not have slept… who knows. As I write this, however, I didn’t sleep last night and now I’m not sleeping again.
I find when I’m in high creative mode I have trouble sleeping, I feel gritty, at the end of my rope, exhausted, but I do so without being able to lie down.
So, an update, since I wrote this a few days ago: I slept a little late last night, but not too bad. Just a little tired.