When I younger, so much younger than todaaaaay, I would use my insomnia to great effect. I could often work long and last and rise early and work again. Suddenly, its crept up on me. I think I’ve had ten hours over the last 72.
Admittedly I’m feeling very tired, my eyes ache, but sleep won’t come. I’ve only had one cup of coffee in the last forty eight hours. My anti-depressants aren’t working the way I want them to work. Admittedly, I’m not anxious, mercurial or nasty. So they are working. Nether the less, I like it when they knock me out.