I Hate Jetlag

It is 2:10 am here and I've been laying in bed for three hours trying to lose myself to sleep. Last night I fell asleep at 9:40 pm just fine, mainly because I hadn't slept properly in about 31 hours. Tonight it feels like no time to be sleeping--it's only 8:15 pm at home!! Instead I am putting myself through the worst torture anyone could imagine for someone like me: undisturbed, distraction-less hours to THINK.

During the worst times of my life, I counted myself lucky that I fell asleep at night with little trouble. I figured I had exhausted myself during the day with feeling sad, and my brain and body gladly fled consciousness for the only-slightly-less-troubling dreamworld. Today, however, I clearly have not been depressed enough*. My brain is running me through such sordid and candid topics as ____-______ __________, __ ______ __-________, and _____. (Haha, and you thought i was going to tell you! I may wear my heart on my sleeve in the daytime, but I will not reveal to the whole internet what I have been unable to avoid thinking about tonight.**)

I read a chapter of The Wheel of Time #5... I role-played a dialog for a potential future relationship situation and then wrote it down (does anyone else do that, or is it just me?)... I went to the bathroom... I just spent 30 minutes writing this blog post... Now I'm going to turn off the light, close my eyes, and pay close attention to my lungs as I breathe. Maybe I'll bore myself to sleep.

Update:  I fell asleep.  Not soon after.  And it is amazing how my ribcage expands and lifts when I concentrate on breathing big..



*Good? Right?
**Sofia, all that is running through my mind right now is "what do you think...when there's nothing to think about?" Thanks to you and Boo dog.