Sleep and Sensibility

...sleep is totally overrated. I just don't get how you can be exhausted - to the point where people look at you at 8:30pm and say, "You look tired" i.e. "You look like shit" - yet, you are tossing and turning at 2:15am with eyes wide open? Am I having a hard time sleeping because of the anticipation? Perhaps. Do I have too much on my mind and not enough daytime hours to think about it? Maybe. Even when I do all the "right" things: I eat properly, I don't drink an entire bottle of wine on a Wednesday night and get to bed at a "normal" hour, it still doesn't make a fucking difference. I guess the issue for me is that it's becoming a bit more distressing now that I'm older and my body can't live on 5 hours sleep anymore. Kind of like how you were once able to eat whatever the hell you wanted and your ass didn't judge you for it a few weeks later. Well, unfortunately those days are over. As much as that is reality, reality sucks. Why can't I just program myself to be okay on like 5 or 6 hours of sleep? I think I'd be much happier. I would have the time to do all of the creative things that I can't do during the day. Because clients really don't give a fuck that you have been trying to interpret and define who "you" are by collaging old memorabilia and going through your catalogue of vivid memories with vodka and Interpol on loop. They are making a difference in the world by putting out yet another fucking flavour of chemical laced pop, so save your little art project for someone who cares.

I guess I will just have to live with this for now. I am taking my friend Janna's advice and blogging - gawd, I hate that word - and writing my thoughts down every morning for 5 minutes as my friend Kathryn suggested, so as to keep the creativity moving. So far, so good. Okay, so my sleeping habits suck. SFW. We'll see what I come up with tomorrow. :)