Insomnia

My insomnia decided to be a butthole tonight, so here I am at 6 am, still awake, still active, and still frustrated. I just spent over an hour trying to fall asleep and figured I'd rather try to make it through the rest of the day tired than go crazy trying to fall asleep.



Dear Insomnia,

You are a nuisance, I hope you realize that you have wasted hundreds of hours of my life. I bet you don't even care. Then again, I guess you have helped me. All of my best ideas come during the hours I lay awake at night, and even if I forget 90% of them when I wake, at least I had them. So, I guess what I'm trying to say, Insomnia, is thank you. I still hate you, but thank you.