In My Life - old

well, for those who weren't aware of this, here's a piece of information about me: i'm an insomniac. and yesterday i was so happy to go to bed early and fall asleep before 3am... but at around 3.30am my sister decides to change her cell phone ring (she, too, seems to be an insomniac herself).

i rolled over, rolled again, turned and twisted... got up, went to the toilet, back to bed... rolled once more, pulled the blankets, turned the sheets... got up again and went to the kitchen. chocolate and crackers, a cigarette and some lemon juice and 5 straight chapters of The DaVinci Code and i was ready to sleep again - at 6am.

i never really made plans to read that book i don't know why. maybe because it's a bestseller... but what could i do if i couldn't sleep??? and the book is so godman great.

one more wasted night. i dreamt about a book. was i in it? or was it the one i should be writing? i don't know. insomniac's dreams are just crazy... and dangerous.. have you ever seen fight club?