I thought I felt it coming on earlier today, and then it went away a bit. Now it's back with a vengeance.
I won't sleep tonight. At all. Insomnia is something I suffered as a teenager. I recall a couple of years pretty hazy because of it. Going to bed at 10, going to sleep sometime around 3, back up at 4:30 (bus came by @ 5, so that was as late as I could cut it.) I remember getting razzed a bit by one or two of my friends who always drove. I was a tightwad even then. I never bought anything when somoene would stop @ a roadside store because I could always wait to get hoe to have soemthing to eat/drink and that would be free to me. And I wouldn't drive my car to school my entire senior year in high school. Maybe a dozen times or so was it. I preferred NOT burning 400 miles of gas weekly. Cutting out the trips to school put my mileage down from around 400 to about 60 or so. HUGE difference. Plus, sometimes I could sleep on the bus for a few minutes here and there as it trundled all through the county.
Back then, I'm not sure what it was that caused my sleep irregularity though I do vividly remember the flying dreams. I had them repeatedly. Not actually flying, just floatng away form the ground. And always ending up as a falling dream. Not the long terrifying fall dream, just the short, "Oh no, I'm falling!" and then wake up dream. More than once I started so badly as I woke that I felt sure I'd just fallen onto the bed. One time I had a vivid dream that I woke up still floating a couple of feet above the bed and then fell face first on it. What made the dream so realistic as that the transition from sleeping to wakefulness happened so smoothly that I felt I'd been awake and that it really happened. That feeling lingers to this day, well over a decade later despite the fact that I know what actually happened.
So anyway, I'll be crap at work tomorrow. Probably crap afterwards, too. I've got to do a long drive to see a relative who deserves my prescence for at least a couple of hours.
I'm most of my way through my "night" already anyway. Just a couple of hours before I shower, shave, dress, and inflict myself upon the world again.
Some time Friday, I hop a plane to Montgomery. I'll be there for a full 7 days (I think). Work. I've escaped work travel for over 6 months now and it was a really nice sojourn. This trip will be a hell of a way to break back into the rhythm of it, too. The center I'm going to has eviscerated its own management twice in the past year. Complete turnover twice. All "good managers." I don't doubt that they were, either. Everything I hear about the place says, "hellhole." So I rejoice in the fact that I won't be staying. I'll go in, do the project, and come home to my girl, who I already know I'm going to miss badly. I agreed to do the task because this way I know it will be performed properly. I have no hope of followup by the people there once I leave, though. In one small way, that's reassuring. I already know the end result: I will have largely wasted my time. However, the framework will be laid so that if the right people ever come along to use it, they will have it there to use. That's good enough for me.
Maybe I'll sleep after all. I've got a couple of hours still. Who am I kidding?