Two hours...
Ironically, I think that was how long ago I was supposed to be asleep by now. I tried the bed thing. I had a fight with the sheets. I had a fight with a pillow. I had a fight with a small, domesticated feline that wanted to sit on my chest.
I even tried increasing the white noise in the room. I have to sleep with a noisy fan, to drown out any potential noises around me. It's a mental thing. Noises make my brain work, then it doesn't want to go to sleep. Sleep?
Ah, sleep...
... but a vague memory of yesterday.
Quitting smoking seems to have had some uncomfortable effects on my physiology. The most apparent to me, at this moment, a mere four hours from the alarm bell... sleeplessness. Work shall be spectacularly exhausting tomorrow, but I might catch up on some blogs I've been meaning to read now.
1 comment:
Good grief! You quit smoking! Yippeee! How is it going? I really am a crummy best friend. I was too wrapped up in my own life to remember that you quit smoking! Which, my children and I have been after you to do, for, well, forever! First I move halfway around the globe and now I forgot you quit smoking. At this rate, you will replace me. :(
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