In this long night up, I thought it was about time I wrote a post. It’s been so long since I last published something, that even if it ends here it will be better than nothing. Still, it won’t end here.
I went to bed feeling sleepy at midnight and I woke up two hours later feeling pretty much awake, with anxiety in my limbs. I call it “anxiety in my limbs” when I get that annoying need to nervously contract the muscles of my arms (and sometimes my legs) repeatedly. When that happens, I have to pray that I feel awake enough to get up immediately, before it drives me crazy in my desperate attempt to fall back to sleep, twitching and turning like a mad bull (mad bull? I don’t know, it just came out, it’s freaking 5am).
So I turned on some music (Elton John, smart move) and came to the kitchen to make myself some bruschetta. I wish I had taken a picture ’cause it looked pretty tasty – or was it just because it’s 5 in the morning? Well, since I haven’t, you can still check my Instagram account for the amazing vegan ice-cream I had yesterday. Or the day before. (@italianhurricane)
You would think I’m going somewhere with this, but I’m afraid I’m not. I thought that by writing I would figure out what in my mind is keeping my awake, but it might just be my ovulation. Too straight? I guess that’s what happens what you write at 5am.
What do you do when you can’t sleep?
Did I mention what time it is? Man, I wish I were sleeping.