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.