I am fairly certain that if someone had told me several months/years ago that I would suffer from insomnia, I would laugh at them. Yet, here we are: 3:30am and I’m counting down to 5am so I can go to the gym and then to a starbucks to study until the library opens at 8. And this is the second night in a row, too. Watch me pass out in the middle of contracts tomorrow.

Come to think about it, this insomnia thing has been going on since China. Dude that was three years ago. I guess that begs the question of what changed…I was fine and rarely had trouble sleeping when in college so it wasn’t living on my own. Sense of comfort? My apartment in Nanjing kinda rocked and the apartment here is prety comfy as well. I’ll concede stress, but I think it is typically only maybe 15% of the time.

I used to fall asleep on the phone with Alicson, but I’m not really sure how that plays in either. Maybe a sense of comfort on a psychological level? So what the hell does one do now? Just grin and bear it? Cause I’ll be honest, twice a week every week of being unable to sleep at all sorta fucking sucks. ***
Edit. A nice part of insomnia? Listening to the BBC news on NPR. It reminds me of college when I pulled all nighters to work on papers and I’d listen to the news all evening. :)