insomnia hits me hard and frequent.
i essentially hate going to bed for several reasons.
first, some medications i take make me wake up hung over. i don't drink, always been straight-edge kind of gal, so this particularly peeves me. can you imagine waking up every day hung over, only you don't drink? ever?
second, the human body isn't set to the current rotation of the earth; our natural, 'free-wheeling' circadian clock would prefer the day be about 27 hours long. ah, for the days when the earth was younger and that bit of our brain was last set...
we also have cats, and about the time we like to sleep they like to keep me awake by doing all manner of inventive things: digging in the catbox, climbing all over me, scratching on my door, racing around like idiots; the usual.
the essential problem isn't any of those things, though they each help a lot. rather, i have a magpie mind. it likes shiny things, it doesn't like to rest. better, perhaps, to call it by the zen name, the monkey mind. i don't want to sleep. i want to stay awake and do things.
*sigh* so now i'm just hanging around at 4:18 am and all i can think about is proto-dravidian, the mountains of anatolia & the hittite language.
and reindeer - i seem forever obsessed with reindeer, or caribou as we prefer to call them here in north america.
damnit.
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