“Nighttime is really the best time to work. All the ideas are there to be yours because everyone else is asleep.” — Catherine O’Hara
Why I Can’t Sleep Tonight
A friend, when they heard I’d given up on sleep sent this book to me.
It’s pretty simple. It’s a collection of quotes from various famous people discussing insomnia. Some are funny. Some are insightful. Some are just too damn long.
Next to the quote is a sheet of lined paper for the struggling insomniac to write down why they can’t sleep. It’s a sleepless journal.
1) I’m not an insomniac. An insomniac is someone who wants to sleep but can not. I’m different.
Something happened to me this year and I just stopped sleeping. I think I slept 3 hours last night, 10 pm to 1am. Right now it’s 12:30 am and I’m sure I’ll be up for a couple more hours.
2) Only a fool writes in a journal or diary. What happens is the author stops writing for an audience. That makes for really boring prose and a horrendous amount of introspection.
Then, someone finds the journal and soon all of your inner thoughts are revealed.
It’s a recipe for pain and humiliation — two things I try to avoid at all costs.
3) Since the book was given as a gift by someone who seemed, at least at the time, to be generally interested/concerned about my lack of sleep I emailed the first 20 musings to her.
It seemed like the right thing to do. In hindsight, I think the audience of one has lost interest. Oh well…
This is probably the only entry I’ll post on here. Then I’ll either stop, resume sending them as a “Thank You” or msube send them to someone else.
But back to the quote:
It’s true. When the whole world has gone dark from midnight to sunrise the best thoughts in the world come to your head.
Why? Because there is not much else to do except think at that time of the morning. Try it sometime, it’s fantastic.
My current train of thought is on modern media.
This age of hyper information is a blessing and a curse.
The instant access to knowledge and friends is fantastic. But there is a price.
When you realize, in a time of need, that the only person on this planet that can help you emotionally is more than 100 miles away, it’s painful and lonely.
We are all so close all the time but still so far away. Maddening…
I’ve got another idea bouncing around regarding true love and sex that I started mulling over due to a Twitter friend.
I’m wondering, after reading her blog, just how far I could go for love. How much inner grief could I set aside to make sure the object of my adoration would be happy?
There’s a crappy poem for Twitter I’m trying to work through. No matter what I do it sounds awful. Could it really take 2-days to come up with 140 characters that mean something?
See? That’s it.
A few aimless words strung together on unrelated topics.
Just like a real journal!
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