Insomnia

As you can probably tell from the timestamp on this post, my sleeping hasn't got any better, in fact last night was probably the worst so far. This could be for an number of reasons, the first being a niggling text I received when I turned my phone on to set my alarm, but of course, there were others. The problem was probably my active mind, though it seems that the fault for my bad night's sleep may be my own; after all, just a few moments before, I had been relaxed and completely content.

Apparently it's cold here at 5:30am, who knew? As I'm writing this I struggle not to shiver, though it's only really my arms that are cold, the rest of my body is still snuggled in the warm embrace of the duvet.

I wonder if today is the time to start writing. I could always start of course, but at the moment my mind feels fractured and I'm not sure what's going on, I don't particularly want my readers to get confused just because I am. I wonder how common insomnia is in writers, and whether I can claim to have it. How many hours do you not have to sleep to be classed as an insomniac? Ha! Wikipedia says that the type I am currently suffering from (the early waking, obviously) is often associated with clinical depression; not that I have that of course. The wiki also doesn't give specific sleeping hours, supposedly anything under normal is insomniatic, great. Last night I slept for approximately five hours, however, there is a perk: it seems that insomnia is associated with increased longevity.

Despite failing to sleep, I do actually feel surprisingly refreshed this morning. My mind is still immensely troubled, but at the moment, who can blame it? I do, however, have something to look forward to today: the beautiful Hayley is adorning my life with her presence. It's the first time I've actually seen her since the break up, and will probably be exactly what I need.