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Insomnia Is an Asshole
The drudgery of sleeplessness
Insomnia Is an Asshole
Insomnia is an asshole; it takes too much.
Insomnia is antisocial. It makes you feel alone.
Your racing thoughts are your only companions.
The sounds of the night welcome distractions.
Insomnia is a constipation of the mind.
Only it’s your thoughts that bind you and won’t let sleep break loose.
Insomnia is a dumbness serum.
Your short-term memory will let you down.
Your powers of observation will prove wanting.
You will study tea bags trying to determine the difference between the one in the red versus the green wrapper. One is clearly marked “decaf,” but that will escape your notice until you’re sleeping better.
Insomnia makes everything harder — words you know well become difficult to conjure. You may find yourself looking up your own address — just to make sure.
You will forget what you’re in the middle of doing or why you entered this room.
Insomnia is insidious — sneaking past the guards to enter uninvited.
