3am on a school-night…
I have a very mild cold. Just a bit icky during the night. Even me and my wild hypochondria can handle that. Waking up a couple of hours ago with a blocked nose and a headache, I reached out in the dark for paracetamol and necked a couple. Turns out they were Boots’ own Cold & Flu Plus, which contain an abundance of caffeine.
I’ve been doing that insomniac thing where you go through the alphabet listing every place you’ve been, (Aldershot, Brussels, Canada, Dulwich…) every band you like, (Faith No More, Guns n’ Roses, Honeycrack…) my friends (Alison, Ben, Chris…) and all it did was wake me up more. I think it’s because deep down I know I’m not acquainted with anyone called Xavier, the band ‘Xylophone Masters’ exist only in my imagination, and there probably isn’t anywhere beginning with X. Unless Planet X counts. I’ve set myself up for failure, and this minor anxiety is in itself a way of staying awake.
I sadly conclude that it is more likely I will come up with a theory of quantum gravity than get any sleep tonight.