Sleepless in Liverpool.
Well, it’s 05.27 am and it’s the weekend again. Instead of having a lie in, I’m wide awake – well not wide awake – more like a kind of sleep deprived stupor. I’ve given up the fight to sleep, I’m sick of staring at the ceiling, so I’ve turned to my old friend, my computer, and here I am blogging away at this ungodly hour.
I’ve tried tweeting, browsing Facebook, and reading my emails; I’ve even tried working on my latest wip, but I can’t focus. Even as I type this, my fingers keep tripping over themselves, and the cat’s lying on my feet, cutting off my circulation.
Maybe I should try reading? Nope, not working. I’ve been staring at the same page for ar least five minutes. Now the birds outside are tuning up for the dawn chorus – great – another reason to remain sleepless.
Oh, wait, was that a yawn? Must’ve been, I nearly broke my jaw, my mouth opened so wide. Screen getting blurry. The cat’s moved. Birds have shut up. Eyelids drooping…zzz