and…it’s back.
our good old friend tour-insomnia.
i will never understand insomnia.
i would understand being unable to sleep if one were in a situation where it was impossible to sleep(i.e-a battlefield or a rollercoaster), but my insomnia is so irrational.
i have a bed.
a fairly comfortable bed.
but no sleep.
and, just for the record, when you’re an insomniac one of the most annoying things that anyone can say is, ‘oh, i had a hard time sleeping last night, too, i only got 6 hours sleep.’
you want to throttle them.
6 hours sleep?
i would kill for 6 hours sleep.
maybe not literally ‘kill’.
ok, literally ‘kill’.
3 hours sleep would be welcome.
3 hours is sort of the cut-off between functional insomnia and disfunctional insomnia.
more than 3 hours you can still sort of function.
less than 3 hours you start to feel exhausted strain just from looking around a room.
especially if the insomnia persists.
but then there’s that magic phenomenon where the exhaustion just disappears, and you have no idea why.
well, usually that happens when you try to lie down and go to sleep.
my body hates me.
moby
