Something about being awake in the middle of the night when I most want to be asleep makes me mad as hell, which makes me even more awake, which makes me even angrier.
I'm thinking of changing the name of this blog to "101 Things to Do in the Middle of the Night ... Except That." If I were to do so, killing the next living creature to cross my path might make the top of my list.
No, I am not mad at anyone in particular, but the vague direction of my emotion only serves to make it more akin to a hurricane than a tornado.
Up to now, I've tried to manage my insomnia by listening to my ipod in bed, and eventually, some book on tape I've heard a hundred times will lull me to sleep. But you know what? I am TIRED of listening to my ipod. I'm tired of checking my email under the sheets at night. I'm tired of getting up to go to the bathroom and returning to bed to stare at the ceiling.
And I'm pissed as hell about it. I am not interested in being a good sport any longer. Watch out world; I'm about to go off.
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