The Eternal Insomnia Saga Continues

For weeks upon weeks I've had trouble sleeping. Endless nights spent sitting outside in the dark or aimlessly wandering around the house. Midnight, 2 am, 4am, it doesn't matter, I'm always awake.
Last night, with no intention of sleeping, I crashed, completely, before 9:30, only to be startled awake at 12:30 by the sound of a door closing. Nervously, I got up to check out every room - after stopping in the kitchen for a knife (figuring I'd at least go down fighting). I didn't find anything but I was still jumpy. For the normal person you'd think this would make it difficult to go back to sleep but, Oh No!, no me - I don't remember anything else until 8:30 this morning.
Lesson learned? The secret to curing insomnia is this: Have a reason to stay awake and then think that scary aliens are in your house. 11 hours of deep, deep dreamless sleep are guaranteed to be yours.

The Things We Think And Do Not Say?

I've got a million of 'em. Sometimes I'm afraid my head will explode.

Or So It Seems

For Good or for Bad

My impeccable Timing

Is all that I have.

Opening Line

"The Art of Sleeping Alone"

I opened my notebook and found this phrase at the top of an otherwise blank page. The handwriting was mine but I have no memory of writing it. If I knew the secret to sleeping alone I would fervently embrace it. Eight months now and I still haven't figured it out. Instead I'm at the awkward stage where I can't sleep alone and can't fall asleep with someone else. This is why, of course, I've decided not to sleep at all. I've slept too much of my life away, anyway.

Isn't it ironic that our culture demands we teach our children to sleep alone from the time they are born and then they grow up to spend incredible amounts of energy trying to find someone they can fall asleep with?

Sitting Outside On An August Evening

Funny how the melancholy of a Friday can disappear so quickly. Flip a switch and the light changes, shadows dissipate, a mood is lifted. Turns out Monday wasn't needed after all.
School is starting soon and I find myself making plans and creating lists in my head all the time. There is so much I love about the promise of September and the changing of the season. I'm daydreaming about chilly Saturday morning soccer games and the crisp crackle of fallen leaves. I want to spend entire weekends hiking or cooking over an open fire, seated on a rock in the middle of a river the way we used to.
Nostalgia mixed with future possibilities...Perfect.

The NeverEnding Itch

After 18 long, miserable nights my poison ivy finally seems to be going away. So, why wouldn't I collect a dozen or so bug bites? Including two on the bottom of my foot? What kind of bug bites the bottom of your foot??? My sad legs may never completely recover from Summer 2007.

I'm eaten alive

On humid summer evenings

Still August is mine.