What a meth!
It is long after 1 pm, I am sitting with my notebook full of Hello Kitty stickers in my bed and wonder why I just can’t fall asleep. I am up for a good thirty hours right now and although I feel a certain numbness in my neocortex I don’t manage to transform this into some healthy REM sleep. Here’s what I tried to get me some of that.
It’s not a lack of activity for sure. I went for an early morning walk taking photos with my Mamiya RB67, then got to the post office, did some major grocery shopping, attended a lecture, made some music, had Paul, a friend and colleague from the FH over for more than seven hours and the last six hours I really got busy in tiring me up — obviously in vain.
I tried drinking some warm milk with honey, then some cold milk, then eating something, watching TV, watching Napoleon Dynamite, watching Napoleon Dynamite again, this time with Director’s commentary, cleaning up my room, playing acoustic guitar (which usually has the same effect as a lullaby to a six-month-old), ate an apple, watched the complete season seven of Scrubs, then watched it again with the commentaries. Without much effect I returned to watching all the bonus features of Napoleon Dynamite, then I continued with all the bonus features of Scrubs. And now I am watching old episodes of The Daily Show.
I blame my new crystalline sugar. It’s not brown sugar nor pure white sugar, it’s somewhere in between. In my current state of insomnia-driven paranoia I suspect that somebody spiked it with crystal meth.
So what’s my point? After thirty hours I don’t feel reasonable enough to draw any conclusions 1, I only know that my mind is tired but my body is not. Maybe I’ll watch Napoleon Dynamite again… If you haven’t noticed it: This is a cry for help.
- In fact I can’t even assess whether this whole post is just a random series of words that look like sentences. ↩
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