asleep?

ok.
this isn't fun.
insomnia is not fun.

i am an EASY sleeper. just ask any poor sod who has had to be near me at any live music event. i conk out no matter where i am; the volume; the temperature; fucking anything. i am tired? k, sleeptime!

right now, i am tired. i close eyes. i scuffle. i roll over a bit. eyes flick back open. stare at time. i yawn, roll over again. shove books around with feet. crack neck. listen to little bunny. yawn. hey little brain, quieten down up there for a bit eh? yes, yes, i know, i know, we've been through all this before, and i promise, you'll be awake again soon! in a matter of hours! you can torture yourself about it then! but how about we compromise, and you can have really tedious dreams for a few hours, using similar metaphores, and then wake up and start your earworm day....

blergh. tired. tired. tired.

why doesn't this work? i am tired. yes! why am i not asleep? these things should match. one two three four... connect four! maybe i should go for a run tomorrow. wtf? what. the. fuck. was that? i don't Run. i struggle with the Walking. i could lift things? arghghgh... sleep sleep the magical fruit... i am far too tired to read, to do anything constructive... maybe i should try reading. something nice and dull and difficult. no, i'll just end up depressed that i am too retarded to understand anything more sophisticated than a baby sitters club book.... hey! no, not in the mood for a baby sitters club book.

sigh.

this is very boring.