Saturday, May 15, 2010
Writing about my life is nothing glorious, but I have been doing for a long time, on this blog for the past seven years, on paper even longer. Right now I am writing because I can't, for the nth number of nights in a row, get to sleep despite my medication. I am sleepy yet awake, sheer discomfort that is.
Just those two lines, a preface to an attempt to produce coherent lyrical words, douses my insomnia somewhat already. But, a preface to what? There is nothing to produce words about.
What I would rather do right now is play the piano but I don't have one. I have been playing my guitar madly, figuring out the chords to songs I can sing to, but my playing has not improved much.
I am now going to try and drown myself to sleepiness by playing more Sudoku. Goodnight world.