I go through these bouts of insomnia. Often it happens when I'm under a lot of stress or worried or unhappy about something. I haven't had an "episode" in quite a while, but this week it strikes again. I find myself SO TIRED yet completely unable to get into bed. I don't know if my insomnia is different than others. I know that if I get in to bed, I will read for about 10 minutes and be out like a light, but I cannot somehow will myself to bed. Even as I sit here my eyes are red, my body is tired, my head is heavy and yet still I can find a million other things to do besides go to bed.
I've always been someone who has loved the night. A night owl is what my parents used to call me. Long after everyone was in bed I would be up reading, listening to music, or whatever. I would also always be the last one to rise. This has never worn off. Even as I've gotten older I still have always loved to stay up late. There is something about the night when the house is quiet. No one to disturb you. You can float around your house doing little things, watch whatever you want on TV, spend HOURS looking at cupcakes or whatever. I just love the solitude of the night.
Tonight my "reasons" for originally staying up a little later were because I am putting together my little Valentine gifts for the fam. Then I decided to do a little decorating. And now I'm on the computer reading the blogs, checking on Facebook and editing pictures. I should be sleeping. I'm going to be sorry for procrastinating my sleep tomorrow.