Tales from the Crypt

Could. Not. Sleep.

I've battled a sleepless night in the past, but last night was damn near ridiculous. It was 5 hours of ridiculousness. I went to bed at midnight. I stayed awake until 1.30, at which point I realised the futility of it all and turned on my computer and decided to stay there until I was tired. Tiredness never came. By 3.00 I gave sleep another go, and it didn't come. At 4.30 I checked my alarm and was perfectly awake (like, post-coffee in the afternoon awake). At 5 I must have zonked out a bit, while waking up a couple of times thanks to the owner of the house and his business downstairs, which involves a lot of banging around in a truck that comes and goes through the day.

It's now 9.30, and I slept a bit, but not enough. I wish I had that post-coffee in the afternoon awake feeling, but honestly I feel like someone has replaced my brain with sawdust. The only saving grace is knowing that tomorrow is the last day of lectures in Spain. Kinda makes me wonder where my year went by . . . and then I realise that I spent most of it travelling and the rest writing stories in English.

Hmmm, that feels about right. On a quick count, since arriving in Madrid in July last year, I spent 40 days in the last year out of town and travelling about. Yikes.

Time for a miracle coffee.