"When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake. With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything's far away, everything's a copy." - Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club.
For about three weeks now, I’ve been getting by on about four to fivehours of sleep a night. I’d been used to being shocked out of bed by an alarm clock that sounds like one the angry aliens from Mars Attacks screeching by my bedside.It could be a lot of things. It could be the change in financial status since Melly is working full time again. It could be the tensionof rushing through my daily commute to get my wife and son in the sameplace at the same time. It could be that my five average cups of coffee are playing Texas Hold Em in my nervous system. It’s definitelynot the fine lineup of infomercials on TV at 3 in the morning or the unreal array of reality shows on On Demand. I wake up, usually to go to the bathroom, and that’s it. I can’t get back to sleep. I can lay down. I can close my eyes. I can pretend I’m about to fall asleep, but that’s where the charade ends.
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