It's about 7 in the morning; not only am I awake, but I'm at work. I took a nap yesterday and slept three or four hours last night -- nearly 8 full hours of sleep, which I think is a record since November -- I've been dealing with the worst insomnia I've had since 2002 since then. (And I'm not totally convinced this isn't worse than the 2002 bout ( Read more... )

About this time last week I was posting about insomnia. That insomnia partially broke over the weekend: I actually figured out the bulk of what was causing it, and was able to go about dealing with it well enough to get me sleeping. I'm still only working on about 8 hours of sleep in the past two days, but this time it's for good reasons instead ( Read more... )

Well, it's about 4:51 in the morning, and I'm not going to sleep tonight. I've had some wicked insomnia of late, and I'm trying to reset my sleep schedule tonight.

My lack of ability to sleep tends to come from a couple of sources. Sometimes it's that I genuinely fear sleep and sleep's similarity to death: what happens to me when I'm sleeping ( Read more... )

Or mornings, I guess, or both ( Read more... )