Status report: 1.34am

Tired. Tired, but slightly hyper. Res­ult equals inab­il­ity to sleep. Pace around con­fines of flat. Start mean­ing­less tasks. Give up mean­ing­less tasks five minutes later. One o’clock in the morn­ing would seem like a good moment to give the bath­room a thor­ough clean. Oh, but the bath­room is the cold­est room in this place, so I don’t think so. Curi­ously empty of bab­bling thoughts. That’s odd. Just frus­trated that I want to sleep but can’t sleep. Hyper feel­ing means read­ing a good book is out of the ques­tion. Three or four years ago, when I was younger and rather more irre­spons­ible, I would prob­ably have got drunk and called up a friend to tell them I couldn’t sleep. But not now. These days, I post stac­cato sen­tences to the web about not being able to sleep. And expect people to read them. I’ve done that now, then. But I still can’t sleep.