Sleep cures everything

In which we quote an old song


…but insomnia.*

I laid in bed last night listening to the rain on the window, the wind howling under the eaves, and the grumbling of our ancient heating system, wondering what mistake I’d made, if there was one, and if I’m falling into too much of a pattern.

There is a cycle, going round and round, which I seem doomed to repeat, and which I can’t learn how to break out of. And I sometimes wonder if I’m ever going to break out of it at all.

* and if you know where I stole that line from, you get Extra Geekpoints

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