Two nights of insomnia and I am at the breaking point. I've tried it all... avoided caffine, washed my sheets, a 1am McDonalds run, tried lying there thinking of nothing and still - can't sleep. You know that scene in fight club where he says with insomnia nothing's really real, everything gets the volume turned down. Well it's true. I've kind of gone through life's motions for the last two days on autopilot.
Right now I'm reading 'Through painted deserts' by Donald Miller. It's pretty good. Perhaps when I have slept more than a couple hours I'll write something insightful about it, but now is not the time. Right now it's just about Don and his friend driving around in a van and there is nothing more I can think of.
I'm not even sure I could recall what I did today. This blog is so pointless. But I would just like to make a note that you should all appreciate sleep while you have it cause once you can't, you will wish for nothing more.
Adios for now.
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