It is one-thirty in the morning, and I am wide awake. I wish I could say the same for my left foot.
Since February or so, I've been a complete insomniac. I don't go to bed until at least one o'clock, but most of the time not until two. When I get in bed, I read for an hour or so, or I write until my brain is tired. I get out of bed and shut off the light with a crisp click, and climb back in under the comforter.
Between five and five-ten AM, I will unfailingly wake up. Whether I have to go to the bathroom or not, I will wake up. I am hazily awake until seven o'clock, when I take my medicine, because I don't want to wake up and go back to sleep and then have to wake up yet again to take a pill... and then try to go back to sleep. At seven I drift off again, after turning my alarm off of its mysterious setting at the oldies station. At nine-thirty, I get up.
I am almost always exhausted. I am so tired of this. I want to go to bed and play Rip van Winkle for a weekend, but I have no excuse. I'm not sick, not really. I don't normally do anything during the day to make me tired at night, and even when I do, I can't sleep.
I apologize for the griping post. It's just... it's one-thirty in the morning, and I am wide awake. I wish I could say the same for my left foot.