I would like to share with you a personal anecdote. I really enjoy the movie Fight Club.
Not just because it was a great film (the book was awesome, too), and not simply because I’m a guy and like seeing shit blown up and think bringing down the establishment isn’t such a bad idea. More than anything, it’s because I find myself relating to our protagonist, Jack.
Like him, I have a bit of trouble sleeping. Frankly, I’m just not very good at it.
I haven’t slept more than 3 1/2 hours a day this whole week. This isn’t so fun, but it could be worse; when things really get out of control, I can sleep for only two or so hours a night, and go out zombie-like wandering the streets in the wee hours out of sheer boredom. (Haven’t had one of those in a couple months, thankfully.) But considering I’ve been keeping up with the early-morning excercise routine and strictly adhering to my nightly drinking routine, I find myself in somewhat less-than-ideal straits this week.
Put simply, I need some friggin’ sleep.
To this end, I currently have within this body of mine one “maximum strength” over-the-counter sleeping pill. It was very expensive.
And I took the stupid thing three hours ago.
Along with two Kirin Strong chuhais, a 350 mL can of beer, a 500 mL bottle of beer and 500mL of very strong cider.
I’m up posting this, aren’t I?