No sleep

Over the last 9 months or so, my body has decided that a life long experiment with more or less perfect sleep was a waste of time.

It decided that instead of falling off to sleep easily, and then staying asleep reliably for 7-9 hours, what was needed was a new regimen of lying awake and repeated episodes of prolonged waking up.

I have told my body that this experiment is just silly, and that the old way of executing sleep was much better.

Thus far my body has failed to read the memo.

My body appears to regard this new, and profoundly painful experiment, as all sorts of fun. Much better to feel exhausted all the time than the banal and anodyne existence I had before, in which I had energy and the capacity to do things. Why not live on the edge a little, seems to be the implied message my body is giving me.

All attempts at patiently explaining this to my body has fallen on deaf ears. I’m not sure if my ears are in on this whole enterprise to be honest.

My coffee addition, no doubt, does not help.

I will continue this fight… until normal service is restored.