Insomnia

I really hate having insomnia. It's so unpredicatable and I never know if I should take medication until it's too late.

So this morning I'm pulling a Rayne, I guess. I got up just a little after 5. If you know Rayne, you'll know this is a common practice of hers. Or rather, unchangeable bodily habit.

Anyway, I read for a little but it go too hard to breathe lying down so now I'm in the recliner. Still can't breathe, though, despite using two inhalers before bed. No matter, though. Saturday Night Live political spoofs are better than breathing, right? Right.

It's now almost 7 and I can see the sun rising through a crack in my curtains. If it wasn't so cold I'd go out there. I think maybe I'll try going back to sleep.