sleepless…
mmm can’t sleep.
I have boughts of sleeplessness, for no apparent reasons. Nothing too bad, I usually get at least four hours at worst, so it’s not like insomnia where there is no sleep or very very little. So I can’t complain.
Unless I am in the midst of a sleepless night, when I can complain. Loudly.
I am antsy tonight.
Rang my Spanish friend in England to say happy birthday, talked to her for half an hour, miss her so much.
Talked about other friends, some we had news to share, others are ‘missing’. Thinking about the missing ones, wondering…
Watched TV for a while, hoping to ‘reset’ my brain. Will and Grace didn’t do it for me.
Think I can smell my own feet, how revolting, then realise it’s the bin that needs to go out. Probably just as revolting but I’m not going ‘out there’ in my nightie.
The later it gets the more I think about taking a sick day tomorrow. But it’s the day of a surprise dinner for a staff member that I have organised. And I am not sick, just sleepless.
Read the online Guardian newspaper. Then The Age.
Google an old friend who really isn’t a friend any more after a falling out. Wonder why I’m doing that, stupid.
Think about reading a book in bed, but that will just buzz my mind more. Love the book I’m reading ‘Tender is the Night’ by F Scott Fitzgerald. But it’s not for tonight.
Could do some ironing…
Maybe it’s time to try the sleeping again.
