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The Curious Case of Insomnia and the Interesting side effects it can arouse

As i am typing this latest blog, i am unable to sleep. Though it is inappropriate to call my condition as Insomnia, i found it difficult to find fitting phrases (periodic-inability-to-sleep, nights when you have to sleep late and wake up early were a few i struck upon, but they were either too long or boring).

My mother would blame it on the tea i had after 1800 hours. Friends might say it is due to nostalgia.

But it is not to decide who is the culprit that i am blogging.

As i am unable to sleep, i have a new-found desire to "achieve" something. Solve some astounding math sums (i confess further talk upon this matter is a waste of everybody's time). Or watch a movie, write a song, create a fictional character - who hopefully will become famous and make you rich - or just shut my eyes and go into that state of bliss that everyone crave so dearly.

Since i am unable to accomplish any of the above mentioned "achievements", all i can do is blog about it, so that if you too should suddenly feel 'periodic-disability -to-sleep', might ponder upon these things, and hopefully produce a result.

Might thy insomnia induced passions be fulfilled and might thou shower thy blessings of sleep upon moi for inspiring thou to achieve them.

P.S 1- This really isnt helping.

P.S 2- The title of this blog is inspired by films starring Brad Pitt.

Comments

  1. Lol. Sorry I have no answer to your situation. But i like your P.S.1!

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  2. you dont know the pain of semi-insomnia.. especially for sleep lovers like me..

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