15 years of sleepless nights.

So, i used to be an insomniac. Pretty much since college, really. I couldn't take sleeping meds, since they made me slightly crazy. Ok, really crazy, but in a harmless way. Even cute! But still, crazy. My coping strategy was therefore never get enough sleep. Even when I was sleepy, I would stay up until I passed out - that way, if I had a bout of insomnia the next night, at least I had my sleep debt on my side and could eventually scrounge a couple of hours.

At some point in the last few year I stopped suffering from insomnia I guess. I didn't notice, since my "cure" was working so well. I stopped doing it recently, and found out that I could get to sleep pretty easily and sleep 8 hours every night. I had way more energy, could even be described as "perky" (I know, the horror).

Yeah, I sort of miss the 5am teevee, and seeing the sun come up most mornings, and en

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I had my first bout of insomnia for a while on Sunday night. Not for the same old reasons - this was because of a specific case - but I only got 4 hours sleep. Oh fuck am I tired. It's kicked my entire week's arse.

Now I wonder - was I this fucked for the last decade and a half? When it's your standard state you wouldn't notice - I only noticed in contrast to the week before it.

And what else about your life do you not notice because you have nothing to contrast it with?