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Sleepless nights

It’s 3.28am…on a Tuesday night…I should be sleeping. But no, instead I am writing this post because I have resigned myself to the fact that this is going to be one of those nights where I just can’t get to sleep, no matter how badly I want to.

These kind of nights don’t happen to me very often. I am a nana by nature, and love nothing more than being in bed by ten with a good book to read or some episodes of Friends to watch. The fact that I am still up tossing and turning means either a) I watched too many Friends episodes and my mind is now buzzing as I replay my favourite ‘How you doin’ moments; or b) I have no bloody idea! I’m going to go with answer b, purely based on the reasoning that I have been able to fall asleep quite soundly in the past with answer a.

I can solve all the world's problems when I'm trying to get to sleep...can't remember a damn thing the next day though.

I can solve all the world’s problems when I’m trying to get to sleep…can’t remember a damn thing the next day though.

So then, what to do. Well I’ve tried a few things already. I have this wonderful CD that I nicked from my parents when I was 12 called Tales of the Wind (yep I still use the CD, they haven’t made this baby in digital form). As you can probably guess from the title, its plays tales of the wind…duh. Purely instrumental sounds that have made me feel like I’m floating on clouds as I drift off into a peaceful slumber. Well, it hasn’t worked tonight, I actually made it through the whole CD twice. I hadn’t even heard the last couple of tracks before because I’m usually dreaming by that stage, but we are so fully acquainted now that I could probably sing them to you if you asked.

I then turned to another tried and tested technique, peppermint tea. Oh it has worked wonders for me in the past. A hot, minty brew before bed always gets me dozing. But tonight it has failed me…and instead I am left to fumble my way in the dark to the bathroom.

So, my fate is sealed as I become nocturnal and screw up my sleeping patterns for the next week. Usually I would be at the point now where I start stressing about how little sleep I’m getting. You know what I mean, that countdown that you do in your head that actually works you up. “Crap, I have to be up in 6 hours….now it’s only 5 and a half….oh god, only 5 hours til I have to get up….wow, tomorrow is not going to be fun.”

Luckily for me, I’m not faced with the task of calling in ‘sick’ to work tomorrow because I don’t actually have to go to work. No uni classes either. I was going to try to be studious and go to the library anyway..but I just don’t see that happening.


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