Who needs sleep
Well, you’re never gonna get it
Who needs sleep
Tell me, what’s that for
Who needs sleep
Be happy with what you’re getting
There’s a guy been awake since the second world war
–Barenaked Ladies, Who Needs Sleep
It’s 3:09am, and I’m wide awake. It’s been a while since I’ve had an attack of insomnia this severe–to be honest, I can’t remember the last time. I’ve tried everything I can think of to try to fall asleep: meditation, masturbation, progressive relaxation, and two cups of warm milk with nutmeg. Nothing is working.
At this point, I’m wondering which is the lesser of two evils: staying awake for the rest of the night or going back to bed. Either way, I’m going to be a zombie all day tomorrow… or today, I suppose. Generally, it’s much less unpleasant to just stay awake than to sleep for only a few hours. At least when staying awake, my brain favors me with enough endorphins for a nice sleep-deprivation buzz. (Never had one? You should try it. I spent most of high school in a constant fog due to them.)
I can already hear morning birds singing. Dammit. That’s not helping.
I think I’m going to just stay awake all night and drink lots of coffee all day long, and nap with my head on the table during my breaks. This, of course, will be followed by an epic collapse as soon as I get home from work.
Yeah, I think that’s the plan. I’m going to do laundry, send out semi-coherent job applications, and consume absurd amounts of caffeine.