I’m prone to random bouts of insomnia. My worst recent one was at the beginning of 2008 when I went for days in a row on about an hour of sleep. I was so productive by night but akin to a zombie by day. Not a good look for the office, as you might imagine. The insomnia disappears just as suddenly (and inexplicably) as it arrives. After a few more sleepless nights last summer, I thought I had this licked.
Until last night.
I had a pretty quiet day, by anyone’s reckoning. Some shopping for groceries and a brave attempt at tidying up my personal finances. Far form being stressful, this left me with a real sense of achievement. I was pretty tired by 11pm and sloped off to bed to read a little. By midnight, I was wide awake and had that familiar feeling that sleep was nowhere near.
I snuck back upstairs to the living room and started to read the news on the web and caught up with some favourite blogs. I thought I’d need 30 minutes or so as I did feel sleepy. Three and a half hours later, having read virtually the entire internet, I was back in bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep came – I’m not sure when – as did my 7am alarm. I’m convinced the two weren’t separated by much, so I turned over a went back to sleep.
I now feel jet-lagged, without the benefit of travelling anywhere interesting, and I’m already wondering if I’ll sleep tonight.