In the Still of the Night
At what point does it become cleart that you're just not going to fall asleep again? I have been up since three o'clock and am still wide awake. I feel that if I'm not sleeping, I might as well be doing something productive, y'know? Working on my scarves, sending a few emails, reading . . . And what happened to writing? Didn't I want to be a writer once upon a time? I have done none of those things. Instead, I have tossed and turned, been downstairs, tossed and turned some more, and continued to lie here with my eyes closed in hopes that the sandman will grant me some mercy. Apparently he only makes one round a night -- maybe two. But I'm pretty sure that at 5 a.m., his shift is over. I'm actually thinking of getting up and starting my day. What time do grocery stores open? Maybe I could do some shopping before work. Or laundry. Then I could go to the office and actually get some work done before I crash. I'm anticipating the crash to happen around 11. This doesn't seem the best way to start a week, does it?