It’s noon. I’m caffeinated to the brim. My hands are shaking, my mind is zooming around corners and it’s all due to the fact that I got 3 ½ hours of sleep last night.
But, you know, lately, this isn’t really that odd. Somehow, between August and now, I fell into a habit of insomnia and rather than try and fight it with medicine or going to bed earlier, I’ve ended up doing the opposite. I now occupy my mind as much as I can through the night until my body literally cannot hold itself up any longer because it’s so exhausted.
But, really, all I can think is, how do people get anything done when they go to bed at a reasonable time?
I mean, you get off work at 5, maybe 5:30. Then come home, and what, eat dinner, watch a few shows and then go to bed at 10?
My mind cannot comprehend how you get anything done! I mean, I get home at 5:30 or so, walk the dog, then either go to a yoga class or, if I have time, I’ll make some food beforehand. If I don’t have yoga, chances are I have plans with a friend. If I have neither, then it’s Netflix time! I’ll watch a couple episodes of whatever TV series I’ve got, detect a slight rumble in my stomach at 9 and start making food.
Then the internets. Oooooh, internets. I’ll spend hours on here. Writing emails, roaming various sites. I’ll listen to music, clean, do laundry. In the next few weeks, I’ll probably be crafting my ass off for Christmas. How am I going to get all of that stuff done by 10?
The answer is, I’m not.
At first, I fought the insomnia. I tried to force myself to go to sleep. I would lay in bed at 10. Stare at the ceiling until midnight, getting progressively angrier as the hours ticked by. I took pills at 9 pm. I stopped drinking caffeine at 2 pm. Nothing worked.
So fuck it, now I just get a ton done at night and I sleep like a coma victim on the weekends.
I’ll sleep when I’m dead, right?