3:52am. I’ve been awake for almost half an hour. The neighbor’s dog and my ruminating thoughts about the ongoing battles with work won’t let me get that last hour and a half of sleep before the alarm clock goes off. I almost let myself cry about it. This happened all last week … and the week before. Being denied REM cycles day after day pushes my more emotional state to the surface, and once again I find this insomnia accompanied by nausea and a headache.
Aa I lie here, pushing back the tears, I remember something: Orange Is the New Black just came out.
At least I will have a mindless distraction from my insomnia this week. Silver lining, right?