i'm experiencing a truly evil level of sleeplessness tonight. i'm so tired it took me a while to remember the word "insomnia". it's so late - that it's so early that the sound of the microwave beeping set the fucking birds chirping for about five minutes. till they realise some fuckwit tricked them and went back to sleep. lucky bastards.
when i get insomnia, i get obsessive-compulsive, and the worse the insomnia the worse the obsessivity & compulsivity. order shall restore sleep, apparently. i clean my room, put away the dishes, make my bed, sort out my books onto the bookshelves, arrange the table, clean the kitchen, wash my hair, floss my teeth, pacify my mouth-flora with that nasty gargling stuff.
fuck, those birds are back.
meanwhile, to add misery to misery, my cat is in heat - with exquisite timing, as usual, since i just got my check and can once again afford to get her fixed, and she goes into heat the night before with incredible clockwork. anyway, this means she's rolling around making whiny noises, which makes it even harder to sleep.
the last step is, of course, the blog. if i can't drug (prescription, darlings - i'm legal), OCD or simply bore myself into slumber, i go onto the web and crank away. at least then i'm concentrating on something other than how miserable i am that i can't sleep.
i can't complain too much. after all, i don't have to be to work in the morning in two hours, so i can just sleep then. still, it's not fun being awake when your brain thinks it should be asleep - it's definitely a no-win situation no matter how lucky you are.
since i'm bleary-eyed and insane and it's almost five, i should mention that after writing my post about whale rider in what apparently was an emotional drunken stupor, i read for quite a while and then turned on the TV. i found a very enjoyable movie, although it can't compare to the former. it was in dutch and entitled zus & zo. i found it slow but enjoyable - it's about three women who learn their gay brother is about to marry a woman just before his 33rd birthday, thus fulfiling the requirements of their father's will. this means their beloved family inn in portugal, o paraíso, will pass on to him, and it's clear he means to sell it. hijinks ensue, although not in that franco-italian comedic way, but rather through a rather more realistic portrayal of the interactions between the frankly ferocious sisters and their respective large entourages and their brother and the bride-to-be.
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