Insomnia’s popped in for a cuppa. Well, I got about 4 hours’ sleep before it came knocking. Zzzzzzz.
Why is it that everything seems so melodramatic when you wake in the night? My brain was scrambling around like a monkey on tartrazine. Here are the top 5 things I was fretting about:
2 – What if I don’t manage to earn any money and it runs out and I start racking up debt and end up homeless and my family are ruined and I am sent to the workhouse? – The usual.
3 – I’m running out of vegetables; must go grocery shopping. Yes, this is a genuine sleepbreaker, apparently. Jeez.
4 – Assorted family concerns. Half trivial, half imaginary.
5 – Anyone could die at any time and it’s so so awful, the world is intolerably cruel, oh woe… and so forth.
Now dawn’s joined me, things seem a smidge less apocalyptic. I’ll probably fall asleep while writing my will in the greengrocer’s queue later though.
I’ve had to temporarily disable comments, after a deluge of spam (20 in about 2 mins). Sorry for the wit and wisdom I’ll miss. They’ll be back.
OK, back on now.
BAD spammer. In your bed.
Its nice to know someone else does this. I know its not fun for you, but its nice to know….
I have a bad habit of waking up in the night and remebering stupid things I’ve done. Or said. Its a long list too.
Safety in numbers, Alecya. Let’s make a pact to sleep soundly tonight. Troubles, begone…
That was perfect, because if you lost all of your money you might have been able to avoid penury by obtaining a position there. *G*
I know what you mean. Silly things interrupt my sleep as well. :0P