2:42am. The clock is mocking me.
Wide awake, not even close to sleep, and there’s no good excuse. The neighbours are quiet, for once. I didn’t overdose on caffeine today. I’m not even dreading the morning. (Well, now I am, because I know I’ll be exhausted. But aside from that, nope, no problems there.)
The worst part about insomnia? I know I’ll re-read this post in the morning and cringe. Somehow, 3am ramblings never seem nearly as coherent in daylight.
I gotta get me one of these phones to stop me from making stupid calls… not only while drunk, but also while wide awake in the wee hours of the morning.
And to think, in my student days, these were my most productive working hours. How things change.
You have to be awake when the sun comes up to qualify for insomnia.
I was. Sadly.
I hate those kinds of nights too!
It’s so lonely to be the only one awake at three in the morning….like you’re the last human on Earth.
If you’re really bored at 3:00am, just pop down to the Emergency Dept. at your closest hospital…not boring at all.