i knew it was too good to last
Since getting home from Nashville, I have slept like a golden goddess. I think I may have actually been asleep more than awake for a few days there. It was glorious. It was amazing. It was totally without medical assistance. It was pretty hardcore.
Then, tonight, the familiar tossing and turning. The racing thoughts* and haunting, half-heard conversations of my neighbours.
Oh, insomnia, I've missed you. Except for the part where, really, no.
::sigh:: At least I have a good book and a really juicy plum. Produce and literature make pretty much anything better.
*And it's not even like they're good racing thoughts. I could deal with it if I were thinking of like, things that stress me out or a cure for cancer or something. But no, I'm thinking about how much I enjoy adjectival modifiers and whether I'm going to knit Eris in blue or red and just exactly how long has it been since I've eaten caviar and why does that even matter since I hated the stuff?
Then, tonight, the familiar tossing and turning. The racing thoughts* and haunting, half-heard conversations of my neighbours.
Oh, insomnia, I've missed you. Except for the part where, really, no.
::sigh:: At least I have a good book and a really juicy plum. Produce and literature make pretty much anything better.
*And it's not even like they're good racing thoughts. I could deal with it if I were thinking of like, things that stress me out or a cure for cancer or something. But no, I'm thinking about how much I enjoy adjectival modifiers and whether I'm going to knit Eris in blue or red and just exactly how long has it been since I've eaten caviar and why does that even matter since I hated the stuff?