Notes from an Insomniac

I'm an insomniac. I get caught in a bit of a nasty cycle where I can only sleep for a few hours a night, and even those are fraught with fits of waking. Last night was one of those nights and here's what happened while sitting on my living room floor at 3am:


(Point of interest - the letters above were used by a fellow who used to draft gravestones for granite companies in Barre, VT. God bless craigslist.)

I find it hard to believe that my insomnia comes from my love of coffee. It's not like I've had so much in the last month or so that I have collected a giant mound of used coffee filters (which I only use at work, by the way, so that does not take into account my home brewing) and java jackets...


Oy.