I've always "suffered" from a touch of insomnia, but I think that's more a symptom of being a natural late-riser and generally repulsed by any activity before 10 am. (make it 11am) Lately I've found myself dreading the evening more and more. My mind starts to race and that familiar thought pattern brings forth the dread of facing another day of IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO on little to no sleep at all. Vicious cycle for sure. The wee hours for me, are ones spent in review -- of past actions, past failures, past triumphs, or just the mundane past days. Looking inward is never easy, but luckily I'm my own worst critic. Ha! No, really. It's 2am now and I cringe at my inappropriate-ness, my loutish behaviour, my outbursts of brattiness... reviewed over and over on my own internal 24/7 widescreen projector playing the story of my life. Lucky me.
I'll give this sleep thing another go since attempting to download the entire Teenage Treats series isn't happening for me tonight.
