Too tired to get out of bed, yet too wired to actually go back to sleep, I stare at the dark ceiling and count objects in my head to relax my anxieties. I float in an out of consciousness, and just as I think I'm about to fall asleep the alarm goes off. Time to wake up for the day.
My writing has taken a hit. I "wake up", take my son to school and write about an hour before my mind just gets so tired that I can't keep my eyes open. The throbbing headache won't let me look at a monitor for too long. The weather isn't helping - the rain and fog makes the screen seem brighter than normal no matter how many lights I turn on.
I might put on sunglasses, or I might go to sleep. Let's see how I feel after two cups of coffee. Black with sugar. The milk will only make me sleepier.
And, of course, some insomnia cartoons for your dark and rainy Wednesday morning in New Jersey.
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This post is part of the Insecure Writer's Support Group blog hop.
All insecure writers need support, and some sleep!