So my jagged, non-exponential sleep chart has an uptick today.
I couldn’t keep awake beyond 9.30 last night. Such a bone-crushing exhaustion that I had to check out early.
Fellow insomniacs, how do you describe that sensation to a Somniac? ‘Tired’ hardly covers it. You don’t feel sleepy, or cosy, or fuzzily doped. Morpheus does not come to sprinkle us with poppy seeds.
(Gets Collins thesaurus from book shelf). Dead-beat. Done in. Drained, drooping, enervated, exhausted.
Weary is quite a good one, I think. Sums up the endless grey boredom. Brings to me mind a quote from Hamlet: ‘How weary, stale and unprofitable/ Seem to me all the uses of this world.’
But to the point, I passed out at 9.30, sprung up before 3am feeling refreshed and ready to watch Ukrainians shooting radioactive dogs on Sky Atlantic.
After five days of daily activity, I’m taking a blogging mini-break and will be back early next week.
Wishing you lots of zzzzzzzz s.