Confessions of a Thinkaholic

Sleepless in Brooklyn doesn’t sound as “sexy” as being “Sleepless in Seattle” but we end up doing the same things wherever we are being sleepless. All attempts to go back to sleep have been futile of course. Struggling still with my “thinkaholic” diagnosis is most challenging on sleepless nights such as this one. There are too many things for me to mull over and too many things for me to do when I wake up in the middle of the night. I get on my crackberry and start “bbming” my fellow crackberry owners as we are united in our sleeplessness. I go online and watch youtube videos about everything under the sun and now I’ve come back to my first love – writing. I churn out my best work when I’ve been asleep for two hours and have to wake up in three. The pressure to go back to sleep forces me to put out something really good for the masses and then when it’s finally out I feel so relieved. It’s almost like giving birth, just a shorter, cleaner, inanimate version LOL. Anyway, I really must go back to the task that I was pursuing prior to writing this pointless blog about me and my sleepless nights. I shall work harder than ever before, with a renewed vision of me sleeping peacefully like a baby with no cares in the world J