for the record, it’s just about 8am on friday. not only was i at work more than an hour early, but i’ve been awake for more than two hours now. its going to be a LONG day, even with an iv drip of coffee. grr….

insomnia isn’t a new thing for me, as my regular readers are probably already aware. every few months i go through a bout of it, which is much better than four or five years ago when coaxing sleep was a weekly challenge. still, despite its familiarity, it never stops being annoying and is a regular reminder of the troubled psyche with which i’ve battled since childhood.

and this particular bout is no different….

my brain is a constant wonder to me. i have the memory of a 60-year old altimeter’s patient, yet there are times i can recall words, sounds, vocal intonations with surprising clarity. it is, unfortunately, this clarity that successfully robbed me of all but a few hours of sleep last night a woke me just after dawn. i won’t get into the details of said clarity here, as i’m not sure i see the point, plus i’m not particularly keen in sharing the details of a brief conversation with someone who isn’t comfortable with this medium of communication.

what i can say is that i’m hugely disappointed. disappointed, hurt, frustrated, angry, and yet, not terribly surprised.

there’s nothing like the use of a good euphemism to keep from having to share too much. i’ll leave you with a few:

i missed the boat
dropped the ball
let the ship sail
miss the train

(i thought i could come up with more, but i’m limping with an exhausted brain)