the last couple of nights, i have such bad nights sleep, and a couple of weeks (months?) ago, i wrote this;

i am lying here, feeling bunged up, desperate for some fresh air. where clean oxygen should be, there is a stale warm haze that would be lovely on a cold night, but its been roasting, and therefore the warm is not welcome!
i can hear the buzz of traffic on the motorway. it's miles away but you can here the murmurs if the winds right, which it must be. damn. so now i am hugely awar of every miniscule noise that is made, like a fox sniffing a nd snuffeling for it's prey, which would be great, if i were a fox.
the mattress pings at me ant every availible oppurtunity. even if i do so much as to just move my hand, there it is, ping-ping-piiiingg. thanks, mr mattress, but i already know that i'm not asleep. i do not need reminding of it.
worse still, my weary head is resting on one of those soft squishy pillows with those irritating little polystyrene balls that go everywhere the day that the pillow splits. those little balls of annoyance really do have some nerve, they should be begging for my forgivness, due to the constant threat of the pillow splitting and me having to live with plastic parasites for an entire night, but no, they rustle and bustle about, like old ladies picking cheese in tescos on wednesday night, in time for WI.
i have no hope of getting to sleep.
i will, for sure, die of sleep deprivation.


i'm not a happy bunny when i can't sleep.