Blog 1 (original, eh?)

I cannot sleep.

Not that I'm suposed to be sleeping now. I'm not. I'm meant to be working. But my boundaries are sufficiently lax as to allow the creation of this blog to fall under the parametres of work.

So, back to the sleep. Or, rather, the lack of it.

I have researched my insomania, on the internet no less, this wonderful fount of knowledge, wisdom and ... well, late night shopping oppportunities. Apparently, it is acute. This does not sound good to me.

Nevertheless, it is what is is. Or something.

When sleep evades me, I often chat nonsense with whoever happens to be up during what my Scottish grandmother would call 'the wee hours' (if I had a Scottish grandmother), sometimes, I even chat sense (but rarely), many times, I muse.

Today I had a vision, a revelation, a Paul on the road to whatsists epiphany type moment; why not put my musings in a blog, so that other idiots from the planet lunacy who cannot sleep have the opportunity of reading something other than celebrity gossip, or, worse, researching their god damned insomnia?

'There are many reasons why not.' said a sensible voice in my head, which is far too quiet far too often. 'For a start, you talk complete tosh.'

I told it to shut up. It did.

So, here's my tosh... though I prefer to call them musings.