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Thursday, November 13, 2003
I have a love hate relationship with insomnia. Sometimes I'd like to sleep, but sometimes it's nice to be up all night. I like seeing the sun set and rise all in the same day. It's a perspective that nobody but insomniacs really see. On the other hand, when you have insomnia you desparately want something to do, but there is nothing! Nothing is open at 6am. It's a time that most people are sleeping through. Yr not supposed to be up between the hours of 3-6am. Those three hours are reserved for the freaks. They're the only ones who stay up long enough to consciously wander through them. Anyway, here I am in the library trying to figure out what to do with my day, which right now seems very long. I'll probably sleep like a baby tonite. I'll wake up late for work and they'll scold me, maybe even suspend me, or fire me if I'm really lucky. Here's the dilemma, I've been up since 2pm yesterday. Before that I was sleeping so deeply that a vacuum cleaner didn't even wake me up. I slept the best I have in months. But now I'm stuck in this state. The problem is, since I slept so late my biological clock is all thrown off so I took some caffene pills to keep me out of that not-quite-awake-but-not-quite-asleep state. Now I'm so wired I couldn't sleep if I was dead. Anyway, the show for tonite was cancelled. Don't bother going to Roberts if you don't go to school there. It's an evil place full of Christians ready to damn yr soul into hell. The only problem is, it leaves me with a hole in my day and since I've been up since yesterday, there's a space of too many hours that I need to fill with something. My roommate was up quite late too. He's done a few too many all-nighters. He's an insomniac to the core. I, on the other hand, only dabble in insomnia occationally. He forced himself to go to bed last night. Maybe I should have done the same, but I didn't want to waste this strange energy. I couldn't lay idle in a bed with my eyes uncontrollably, painfully open all night. No, that wouldn't be practical. So I guess it's good that I'm on this journey. All-nighters are exciting as long as they're not a regular habit. Then they're just annoying.
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