Morning has broken

And so turns another day, and it's not starting for me as I'd like but there's not a lot I can do about it. All last night I spent awake and gave up trying to sleep at half six. I'm fairly used to getting not a lot of sleep but I hate getting none, and I'm sure I'm not alone. What's going to happen during the day as I go about my usual things is I'll suddenly need to sleep and I'll lie down and sleep like a pup for a couple of hours. The knock on effect of this is that I won't sleep tonight either and the vicious cycle begins. I could go days and days like this or I could figure out some way of breaking the cycle early. I need to get through today with enough rest and be jaded enough tonight to sleep.

I'm sure the doctor could give me something to help me sleep but I take enough meds as it is and any more would just confuse me, and I could do without being confused any more than I am. I don't like taking heaps of meds, I've heard to many nightmare stories of kidney and liver failure in later life from people who ate tablets like sweets and when I die I want to be in the best of health.

The other option is to get blind drunk but as I don't drink then this option is also gone out the door, and I don't use drugs so I can't get stoned. I'm not likely to get in a punch up (although I'd never totally discount it) so I can't get knocked out. I could of course watch The English Patient, that'd put me to sleep any time, but I can't be bothered to go to the DVD store.

There's the notion of course that reading could send someone to sleep but not me, when I start to read anything I go into a world of my own and I have to finish what the writer has written, and the furthest thing from my mind would be sleeping. If someone has gone to the trouble of writing something interesting enough to have me start reading it then the least I can do is finish it. I can sit and critisise the writer to my hearts content and not even leave the room. I can also gasp at the writers ability to turn words into dreams. That's the great thing about books, it open doors to great minds and ideas that entertain us and challenge us and make us stand up and think. I've had lots of debates with writers, some of them have been dead a long time, but that shouldn't stop a good debate. I think I might wander down to the library or a bookshop and see if I can find a little gem to keep me entertained for the day.

Tonight I'm off to a birthday party in Limerick so I'll have to rest all day so I'll be able to go. No sleep mixed with C.I.D.P. is really going to wreck me but I'll power through with the help of a good book, or even a bad one, and I'll be the better for it tomorrow.