I've always been something of an insomniac. Given that both my parents are and both seem to have gotten worse rather than better, I guess I can look forward to a future with less sleep than I'm getting now. I expect all of you to assist me through my days by speaking more slowly and not expecting me to do any heavy intellectual lifting.
If I could pinpoint my sleeplessness on one thing, it would be my guilty conscience. Which is odd, because I don't have anything to feel guilty about, so I guess it's just getting practice for when I participate in my first genocide. I'm not even sure whether it's cause or effect; in other words, does my mind racing keep me awake, or does my sleepless condition cause my mind to race? Working that out could keep you up at night.
To top it off, I also have the occasional night terrors - sudden moments when I rocket from sleep into panicked wakefulness, seeing things and trying to swat them out of the air. And since Yesenia always falls asleep before me, I never fail to wake her up as well. It must surely be a lot of fun to be in bed with me on those nights.
Still, it makes me a more interesting person, in the way that any insane person is 'interesting.'
At some point, I'll use the Subway Rambler to relate some of my more memorable night terrors, which I guess will retire some of my better cocktail party anecdotes.
Anyhow, today was another day of non-stop house-stuff, which I swore not to bore you with (too much), but tomorrow is going to be more of the same, so, despite the goodly chance that I won't actually be able to sleep, I should give it a try anyhow.
Perhaps, tonight, I'll keep myself awake by feeling badly for not letting a 6-year-old girl beat me at checkers, earlier.