Live when I'm alive, sleep when I'm dead
I wish I could travel back in time and meet the person who first diagnosed insomnia. And fucking kill him/her! Then I wouldn't have to know what I'm actually suffering from right now!
See, last night was no better than tonight, only difference is I have work tomorrow.
Now last night I probably dropped off around the mark of 03:30 (how am I to know exact times, not like I was awake!), but I woke up bt 11:00 today.
Whenever I get to sleep really late, I wake up approximately 12 hours later.
So in theory, I should be more tired than I'd normally be. Not at all.
Even though yesterday, in comparison to today, I did nothing, yet today I woke up before my body would tell me to and did a dance rehearsal! I don't get it!
There's a bottle of Malibu on my shelve. Tempting.
I don't want to slide down the slippery slope of alcohol dependence though... But... Who else is going to drink it?
Ooh. On second thoughts..!
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