Why is it that every time I am curled up in bed, my eyes heavy, my breath slowing that my whacked brain remembers some random memory and an hour and a half later I am still laying in bed staring at the ceiling just waiting to feel sleepy again? Every time I stay up past 10:30pm on a weeknight I count how many hours of sleep I am potentially getting.
10:30pm = 8 hours. 12:00am = 6.5 hours. Clock is ticking. Fuck.
Counting sheep doesn't help. Listening to music keeps me up. Throwing a movie on and keeping the volume low sometimes helps.
Closing my eyes and inducing dream sequences? Hmm.
Today's photo: Koi.
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