Insomnia sucks
I'm not kidding about that. It really does. This past week, I haven't been able to sleep, despite the fact that I have made no drastic changes to my lifestyle. I don't know why. The bad thing is that as I just lie in bed trying fruitlessly to get some rest so I can wake up in the morning, I am left with nothing to do but mull over my life and my thoughts. Inevitably, I end up dredging up things that are better left buried. Last night was the worst, as the memory that surfaced was both recent and painful. Let it suffice to say that it involved a painful termination of relationship with one to whom I felt a great deal of attachment. It was as if somebody had stuffed a bag-full of razorblades into my heart, which then proceeded to lacerate itself with each beat. How's that for a pretty picture? And who says it's all fun and games being a dark lord?