“When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep, and you're never really awake.”~ From the movie Fight Club, based on the novel by Chuck Palahniuk
I’m in the middle of a lovely bout of insomnia that has been going on for three weeks now. I’ve hit the point where I start giggling partway through a conversation. With myself. Or I wander off in the middle of someone else’s conversation because I’ve forgotten we’re having one. While they’re still talking. This can’t end well.
I’ve tried a few different methods that usually help break the bout and get me back on track: melatonin, hot bath/shower, reading before bed, Advil PM. My insomnia just laughed at it. I swear. I heard it. Oh crap…I’m hearing things now.
I figure it’s just a matter of time before my brain shuts down completely and I wander into a wall or a tree. Maybe traffic. I probably shouldn’t be driving come to think of it, but I’m too tired to walk.
Oddly, I’ve managed to meet my weekly goal of 30 new pages written. Granted, when I edit them this weekend I may find I’ve nothing but the scribbled gibberish of a madwoman. Seeing as I'm off to Starbucks momentarily to do my editing, I guess I'll soon find out!
Hope everyone has a great weekend!