Tyler Durden may say that insomnia can't kill you, but I say it's still pretty annoying
LA LA LA INSOMNIA
I saw a huge metorite tonight on my way home from rehearsal. I seriously thought it was a low-flying helicopter it was so big and bright. Then, as I realized it was moving wrong, it grew a gigantic blue-gold tail as it really hit atmosphere. Chunks of it flew off and burned away as I watched it and then it disappeared behind the treeline. I only realized I had stopped breathing once I started again. I'm not even really sure what I wished for, but there was something fierce in my heart and I remembered the last shooting star I saw, when I was in the mountains over last spring break.
Oh god, I want to sleep. I've had insomnia for the last couple of weeks and it actually got a little worse after the car got broken into. I just can't quiet my brain. I don't even know or recall what I think about as I lay in bed hoping to sleep. Maybe about how I'm not sleeping. I read, I've watched a movie, gone for walk, just sat on the couch and looked at things, not being tired or inclined to sleep. I've been drifting off, finally, around 4 or 5 in the morning, but my eyes snap open at 8 and I go back to staring at the ceiling or at the art on my bedroom walls until 8:45 or 9 and then I get up and start the day. I've tried taking a hot shower. I've done some deep breathing and a little meditating. Awake, awake, awake. My uncle succumbed to perscription drugs for his insomnia, on doctor's orders. He takes a short duration drug that lasts a couple hours and knocks him out instantly and a long duration one that gives him about another five hours. I feel too bored or too something to get much of anything productive done, which is too bad, because, well, I've got all this time.
I saw a huge metorite tonight on my way home from rehearsal. I seriously thought it was a low-flying helicopter it was so big and bright. Then, as I realized it was moving wrong, it grew a gigantic blue-gold tail as it really hit atmosphere. Chunks of it flew off and burned away as I watched it and then it disappeared behind the treeline. I only realized I had stopped breathing once I started again. I'm not even really sure what I wished for, but there was something fierce in my heart and I remembered the last shooting star I saw, when I was in the mountains over last spring break.
Oh god, I want to sleep. I've had insomnia for the last couple of weeks and it actually got a little worse after the car got broken into. I just can't quiet my brain. I don't even know or recall what I think about as I lay in bed hoping to sleep. Maybe about how I'm not sleeping. I read, I've watched a movie, gone for walk, just sat on the couch and looked at things, not being tired or inclined to sleep. I've been drifting off, finally, around 4 or 5 in the morning, but my eyes snap open at 8 and I go back to staring at the ceiling or at the art on my bedroom walls until 8:45 or 9 and then I get up and start the day. I've tried taking a hot shower. I've done some deep breathing and a little meditating. Awake, awake, awake. My uncle succumbed to perscription drugs for his insomnia, on doctor's orders. He takes a short duration drug that lasts a couple hours and knocks him out instantly and a long duration one that gives him about another five hours. I feel too bored or too something to get much of anything productive done, which is too bad, because, well, I've got all this time.