Delirium.

So, here I am. It is 4:28 AM and I am as wide awake as I was at noon yesterday. I had a terrible headache, and being smart, I took some medicine.

Guess which chick didn't read the side effects?
Yep. This one.

About two hours ago, when I got off the phone, I tried sleeping. It turned into that terrible looking-at-the-clock-every-minute thing. Excruciating. Minutes seemed like years. My mind was running rampant.
Not to say that it has stopped since then.

But anyway. I go and check the box of the medicine I'd taken. It claims to have "the same amount of caffeine as one cup of coffee."
I don't know what kinda coffee these folks are talking about, but it surely isn't any coffee I've ever dealt with. I am wired. And for those of you who know me, you know that sleep is immensely important in my life.
I. Love. Sleep. I could sleep for days and be satisfied. But tonight?
Not happening.

I've tried everything. Singing songs, yoga breathing, attempting to clear my mind. I got up, took my contacts out, put my retainer in. Read three chapters in the book of Matthew. Facebooked. Twittered. Tried to make myself do that almost-dream thing that usually leads to sleep.
Nothing. Nada. I find myself wondering if I'll sleep at all. I have to go get my car fixed in a few hours, after all.

She died, again. But that's another story.

There's something to be said for the things one thinks about in the early morning hours that would probably never occur to that person in daylight. For instance, I'm pretty sure I've come up with solutions to most of the issues in my life in the past year..excuse me, hours..that I've been awake.

My brother talks in his sleep, y'all. Not the funny kind where a person talks about funny things. The creepy scary kind that doesn't involve real words at all. Just a kind of moaning. Normally, this doesn't bother me. Because I am usually NOT AWAKE.
My sister just rolls around in her bed, making noises that suggest that a person is crawling through a window or something.

Also, I'm now fairly certain that there is something very fast, and nocturnal, with tiny clawed feet running around in the attic of my house. Right above my room. More specifically, right above my head. It sounds like someone rapidly ripping shingles off one at a time.
I do hope whatever it is stays up there, and doesn't decide to join me down here.

It is now 4:45. The last time I saw this number on a clock was when I had to wake up insanely early to go somewhere. I am not okay with this, if you've caught on by now. I am incredibly hungry to top it all off. But will I go get food?
No.
Because the second-to-last stair of my staircase creaks like something is dying. It would not only scare me, but wake up the household. "Why not skip that stair?" you ask. Because I would fall and bust myself.

So here I lie. Lay. Whatever. Listening to the rain and my stomach growling. About to resort to cleaning my room.
It's that serious.

I'm going to be a zombie today. Not even the cool kind, either. I might actually be forced to put on makeup to look presentable.
At least I don't have school. That's surely a blessing. But anyway, I'm going to do some more deep breathing in lieu of actual sleep. Maybe I can fool my brain into thinking the two things are the same. We'll see.

Have a good day,
Sorry if I yell at you later on.

From the pits of insomnia,
Lovingly,
Anna.