Insomnia

Who forgot to tell me about the insomnia? Look at the time, look at the freaking time.

I stupidly forgot to get blind drunk before I went to bed where I'm been since before 11 and not a wink. Not a wink! Instead I've been tormented by fruity thoughts about people I would not generally touch with a bargepole. With a throat that feels like I have smoked 70 lovely ciggies.

How is this fair? How is this right? In a hour or so, Quit Day No. 3 ("Psycho Day") will be dawning and I have to get up at 7 and do a load of things. I can't just miss out a night's sleep, not at my age.

And oh yeah, Two days, 4 hours, 32 minutes and 45 seconds. 87 cigarettes not smoked, saving £19.92. Life saved: 7 hours, 15 minutes.

I want that 7 hours, 15 minutes I've allegedly saved, I want it right now! I can add it to the remaining 2.5 hours of this night and cobble together a decent night's sleep.