Monday, 22 October 2012

  • Sleepless in Toronto

    I need to be awake in about 4 hours.  Insomnia is a slow form of torture.  I'm sure I'll eventually go crazy from the lack of sleep.  Maybe it'll take months or hopefully years.  By then the zombie apocalypse will happen.  I'll be with a gang of survivors and someone will say:  "Matt will take the night watch - he never sleeps!"  I'll guard the camp with my sword and a gun.  I can picture myself with a mean looking scowl - meaner than Clint Eastwood's.  My body will be lean and buff.  My pristine white tshirt will be barely able to contain my biceps, triceps, deltoids and all those other muscles which I've forgotten from Biology class.  

    In other news, everyone in my family is sick from some bug.  If they aren't coughing, they are sneezing.  I have the sniffles and so far it's starting to fade away. I don't like hanging around sick people but duty calls. 

    What's interesting is that I suddenly remembered that dad also suffers from insomnia.  I remember he would stay up reading till the wee hours of the night.  Maybe I inherited this gene or trait.  My siblings don't have this problem.  I told my brother a couple of years ago that I sometimes take pills at night to sleep.  He laughed and jokingly said that's what booze is for. I crave sleep more than I crave food or sex.  A good night's sleep is like drinking a cold glass of water in a desert.  Maybe in a few days, I'll write a more coherent and intelligent entry.

     

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