Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Sleep, Where are’t thou?

How elusive as mistress is Sleep. You can be sat down stairs trying to watch TV with gritty eyes and heavy eyelids, yet put your head on the pillow and WHAM! You’re Wide awake!

You lie there, with thoughts shooting around your head, competing with the melody from the last song you heard that day.

I fucking hate going to sleep, and if I happen to have one goods night sleep, it means I can’t get to sleep again for another week.

Ah well, that’s an MP (My Problem) not a YP (Your Problem).

Later Days

1 comment:

Donna said...

I love going to sleep - I'm one of those lucky bastards who lays down, closes their eyes, thinks "this is lovely" and then I'm snoring. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ ...