I have nothing to write and my brain can't seem to think. Well, work was work.
My unusual sleeping pattern started again last week. This time, I don't have any medications to help me because, well, there is none left.
I can't help myself but to feel restless the next day so I'll buy myself a cup of coffee. Double shot of espresso tastes as bitter as Chinese herbs but the caffeine does wonders.
And that usually keeps me awake till wee hours in the morning, sometimes the next afternoon.
So I'll feel as if I have never slept last night and buy myself coffee again.
The cycle continues.
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