I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately, which has brought me back to times I’d rather forget.

Three years ago I was completing my last year of university and often spent 3-4 hours a night staring at the ceiling. It was probably a combination of stress, neurosis, and fear.

When I was a kid, being awake in the middle of the night, alone, always scared the shit out of me. Even though technically you’re more defenseless while asleep I suppose, I always seemed to think it provided some sort of protection from physical and emotional harm.

The lowest point of my poor man’s insomnia occurred when I decided to watch 1984, the movie, at 4 am. I guess when you’re up for hours and have no way of turning your brain off, and thus your body, watching a scary movie is the right thing to do.

Yeah, stupid.

And that said, I’m going to bed.

Goodnight, I hope.