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Can\u2019t sleep\/Won\u2019t sleep?<\/p>\n
I went to bed at 9pm, read a page of Guy Martin\u2019s autobiog and, as I struggled to put the book down before unconsciousness hit me, I was almost overwhelmed with sleep.<\/p>\n
And I slept the sleep of the Just.<\/p>\n
And then I woke up.<\/p>\n
I was wide awake, fully recharged, and my brain was firing on all cylinders.<\/p>\n
At 11.30pm.<\/p>\n
Ho hum.<\/p>\n
So I\u2019ve decided that I\u2019m going to liveblog this bout of insomnia.<\/p>\n
In the interests of, you know, science.<\/p>\n
And other stuff.<\/p>\n
23.40
\nI\u2019ve been tossing and turning in my lovely bed so much that I\u2019m starting to get sweaty. That looks wrong. Sweatie. No, that looks wronger.<\/p>\n
23.46
\nI\u2019ve caught up on Twitter.<\/p>\n
23.53
\nI\u2019ve caught up on Facebook. I\u2019m thinking of giving up on Facebook. Actually, I\u2019m thinking of giving up on Twitter too. They\u2019ve just become so dull. Samey. Since Trump happened. I mean since President Trump happened, not since someone did a trump. Although\u2026<\/p>\n
00.18
\nI\u2019ve tried, oh man, I\u2019ve really tried to get back to sleep. And the frustration of not being able to get back to sleep, coupled with the simultaneous other-level frustration of having my brain running at full pelt has wound me right up. I\u2019m going to get up and go downstairs.<\/p>\n
00.23
\nOuch! While trying to dodge a pair of prowling kittens in the dark (and that\u2019s pretty hard as they\u2019re both black), and conducting synchronised slippers-and-bathrobe-donning, I managed to stub my toe on my bedside table. Miraculously I didn\u2019t spill the half-empty cup of cold chocolate, I didn\u2019t kick a kitten, and I didn\u2019t wake Sam. I hobble downstairs.<\/p>\n
00.39
\nI have fresh hot chocolate. It\u2019s over there on the table next to the settee. But I\u2019m stuck. I have a kitten on my lap while the other kitten claws my leg as he suckles on my bathrobe. Strange boy.<\/p>\n
01.08
\nThey\u2019ve gone; the kittens. I\u2019ve caught up on the BBC News website. My hot chocolate was more like lukewarm chocolate.<\/p>\n
01.12
\nI\u2019ve recaught up on Twitter and recaught up on Facebook.<\/p>\n
01.45
\nI\u2019ve gone through my blogroll and read everything everyone who I link to has written since my last bout of insomnia. I am beginning to wish I hadn\u2019t left my book and my tablet upstairs. I remember the anti-kitten toe-stubbing limbo, and then I\u2019m quite glad I didn\u2019t have my tablet and\/or my book in my hand at the time. But now I quite fancy another chapter of Guy Martin. Or maybe an episode or two of The Man In The High Castle (which I\u2019m really enjoying).<\/p>\n
01.53
\nI fire up the laptop.<\/p>\n
02.49
\nI\u2019ve given up trying to write a blog post that just wasn\u2019t inside me. I started reading some old draft short stories, and two outlines for novels, that I started some years ago. Maybe I should do something with those one day? One of them isn\u2019t that bad! I\u2019m starting to get cold now. The remote control for the central heating is also upstairs in the bedroom. With my book. And my tablet. And the sleeping Sam. As I\u2019m still completely untired I decide to remain downstairs and tough out the temperature, until I start to feel sleepy.<\/p>\n
03.01
\nI point the browser and an SSH session at the datacentre, log in and pull up the reporting dashboard. I\u2019m almost disappointed to see that all of the servers are operating normally. I even drill down in to the status report to check that the CPUs are operating at their normal temperatures. They are.<\/p>\n
03.12
\nI consider getting my leathers (or textiles) on and taking the ZX10-R out for a night run, but checked outside and found that it\u2019s massively foggy.<\/p>\n
Later
\nNo idea what the time is now. While I was reading the news (again) one of the kittens decided to sit on me. Then he curled up beneath my chin\/on my throat and chest, and is now fast asleep, purring loudly. I am unable to see my phone.<\/p>\n
03.46
\nThe kitten got up, licked its bottom and wandered off to bother someone who is more asleep than I. There\u2019s quite a lot of Facebook action in the heart attack survivor\u2019s group. Insomnia seems to be a very routine event amongst that category of person.<\/p>\n
04.12
\nI have built a Jenga-like tower of scenarios in my head. It started out with an \u2018If I do this\u2026\u2019 strand, and has gone in a dozen different directions. As a result I\u2019m now planning a round-Portugal motorbike trip that probably isn\u2019t going to happen. A few minutes ago I was going to give up work, and was planning what I\u2019d do and how I\u2019d spend my time.<\/p>\n
04.33
\nI have calf cramp. Moo. No, not that kind of calf.<\/p>\n
04.37
\nI make another hot chocolate.<\/p>\n
04.49
\nI\u2019m contemplating the weather and wondering which thundertwonk made up the word \u2018thundersnow\u2019. What an arse. I wonder if what\u2019s going on outside is thunderfog. Or murderfog. Or slaughtermist.<\/p>\n
04.57
\nI\u2019ve been playing with (re)definitions: Gruelling (to manufacture gruel). Sweety (a bit like a sweet). Sticky (like a stick). Carbuncle (a male relative who loves pasta and bread). Twanky (a Yorkshireman\u2019s almost wank). Trump (a Yorkshireman\u2019s steak). Lactose (the result of severe frostbite). Staircase (somewhere to store your stairs).<\/p>\n
04.59
\nMy alarm will go off in less than an hour. I\u2019m still wide awake. This is pathetic. Despite still being totally untired I decide to go to bed to read my phone.<\/p>\n
05.45
\nMy alarm goes off which I sleep right through.<\/p>\n
06.05
\nThe second alarm goes off. I feel like a dead thing. But where am I going to find one at this time of the morning?<\/p>\n
*looks in the mirror*<\/p>\n
Oh. There.<\/p>\n
This has been a typical bout of what I call insomnia.<\/p>\n
I sometimes experience two of these a week.<\/p>\n
Welcome to my world.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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