Insomnia

Insomnia once again. Lying awake all night long. Staring at the ceiling. At the clock, it's glowing hands moving inexorably round its dark face. That's right. I use an old school alarm clock with luminous hands and numbers. My wife uses a digital one. Those pesky red numbers that stare at you, telling you only what time it is right now, right now, right now, never caring about what time it was or will be. My wife breathes softly beside me, unaware of the fact that I am wide awake, unaware of how the clock is taunting me. How many hours have I lain here? How many hours till I must get up? How many nights can I go without sleep? I've gone three nights in a row. Do you know what it feels like to be that tired and to not be able to sleep? The creator of xkcd.com understands.Hats off to you, Randall. You've obviously been there. These comics are a bright spot in my dull corporate prison. A good chuckle can help you stay awake in those sleepy hours right after lunch. Right now, though, I'm beginning to feel like a zombie.