I don't think I have insomnia, I just don't sleep when I should. I always find something to keep me up. Games, the internet, and half the time, writing.
Don't know what it is about nighttime. Late night. Something about being in the only lit room in the house at night with the window open and the cicada's chirping that gets my imagination going. It's like I have all the world to just sit back and let my mind float over things. That, and if I did manage to lay down, not a minute goes by before a thought pops into my head and I bounce like a spring towards the laptop to write whatever it is down before I can forget.
Crazy thing is most of these things are just random thoughts I seem to end up writing an essay about, and after writing and pruning, trying to make a random thought a clear read on paper, I wind up just throwing it away half the time because after thinking it out, either I was wrong, it isn't that interesting after all, or I just couldn't put it to words the way I wanted to. This, at about three or four o'clock in the morning. I hit the lights and crash to catch the last precious hour before having to wake up and roll out.
Tonight, I need the sleep though...
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