My sleeping patterns = officially fucked.
I have no idea why, either. It’s not like angst of any kind has ramped up a notch in the last week or so. Not more than normal at least. I kinda feel under control at work, which is a minor miracle, considering my workload. So it’s not that. I’ve stopped the caffeine after 6pm, and that’s not working. You know it’s bad when I pull out the big guns – chamomile tea and Sigur Ros.
Every night I get to bed past midnight, and my eyes stay wiiiiiide open until at least 3am. I make the decision at that point to get up and watch reruns of Friends and/or Bargin Hunt, stay in bed listening to Tony Delroy, or just lay there in the dark willing myself to sleep. At around 3 I then fall into a half sleep for a couple of hours, which is peppered with gnarly dreams about Beck and sailing yachts and what have you (?!?!?) and then at around 6am I fall into a deep, deep sleep. Just in time to wake up at 7am to the alarm.
So yeah. My head. She’s all fucked up. I’m hoping that at some point before the weekend I hit a state of total exhaustion, and get at least one night of solid sleep. That drive to Wagga on Friday night after work might be fun otherwise.