:S Probably should not have asked Mum to make me that tea. Probably should have listened to Dad when he told me I wouldn’t be able to sleep.
Probably should have just gone to sleep when I felt tired. Probably should have ended the night’s reading with my devotion. Definitely made a mistake reading the last few chapter of Nights In Rodanthe before I went to bed.
*Spoiler Alert* Ok I know, I’ve been a Nicholas Sparks fan long enough to guess the endings. But guessing it would happen made me want to read… just to see if I was right. Flip, how am I meant to sleep now? One minute I am swooning over the cute letters he wrote her… the next minute he is dead in Ecuador.
Hence my sleeplessness.
Only problem is I have a major assessment tomorrow… and I am not finished. My alarm clock is set for 4.30 am cause my lil bro is turning 7 and I have to make time for presents etc in the morning.
So I just want a litttttle bit of sleep. Yes a little bit would be nice :)
Here’s a poem I found on the net. I took out bits that weren’t relevant… like sleeping pills.. yeah, not me.
Sleep:
Sleep, sleep,
Come my way.
Let me sleep,
So I can start a new day.
Sleep, sleep,
My brain is delirious.
Stop playing tricks, sleep,
You’re making me furious.
– © Leigh Ladd


we feel helpless before insomnia.
well chosen poem.