It's almost 3:30 am and sleep just isn't coming. My body keeps overheating although I've already retrieved an ice pack from the freezer and my brain just won't shut up. I haven't brought an ice pack to bed with me since summer in Japan.
Blame it on the somewhat tense situation of the past evening and the ill feeling it put in my stomach, but I just keep thinking about times long gone. I keep thinking about facebook messages I could write to people from the past and then I have to stop and wonder why I would ever want to. These people are out of my life and nothing would come from me spilling my thoughts and experiences to them. No harm, but also no point.
Don't you just hate it when your brain is tired, but still very restless? You find yourself thinking about and getting depressed about events and things that you've already moved on from ages ago. You lose sleep and end up tired all the following day when you're trying to be productive and actually get things done.
I'm fine, I'm just hoping that forcing myself to blog from this tiny cell phone keyboard will be enough to tire my brain out to let me sleep. I am struggling to think of a topic, but just before picking up the phone, my brain had absolutely NO trouble thinking of unimportant things to fuss over. Let's hope it doesn't find inspiration again once I post this.
Here's a question that I think about sometimes- Am I an inflexible perfectionist in all aspects or are other people settling for too little?
It's 3:45... can I sleep yet?
