I really don’t want to sleep because I don’t want to confront my dreams.

What a change my disposition is from two years ago, when sleep was my only comfort.

I’m starting to wonder if sleep and me will always have this volatile relationship. Why can’t we find balance together and be stable? Sleep and instability esta no bueno.

I’d like to go back to a time when I didn’t have to contemplate sleep the way I do: a time when I just slept as easily and subconsciously as breathing in and out. And since when did I have body pains? My eyes are physically tired and I usually have some form of headache at the end of the day. Is this what it’s like to get old or am I just aging myself?

I do realize that I have a tendency to rant at night. I never feel the urge to blog in the morning. All the urge for is sleep. My circadian rhythm is so topsey turvey.

I do not want to be a repetitive person, because I know how annoying that gets. However I’ll allow myself to continually complain about this unsolved problem. You can skip reading it, it’s more for me anyway.

I believe I’m going to spend the latter half of Sunday and all of Monday vegetating. I need sleep and hot water. Blogging about this comforts me.

In terms of my ACT:Lovesick blog post theme: it’s still on a hiatus. Much like my Mikrokosmos has been paused. It’s just doesn’t feel like the right time.

Now that I’ve gotten this blurb out and on paper, I feel sleepier. Thank you.