There are very few things worse than not being able to sleep. Well, not being able to sleep and thinking about zombies chewing on the faces of all those you hold dear maybe, but at this point in time, my main concern is not sleeping (and maybe a little bit about zombies).
I’m a really light sleeper after a childhood spent being kept awake by the prostitute in the flat above, so the slightest noise while I’m in bed has me in a rage, wishing murder upon the noise-maker and all his family.
I usually have a routine when I can’t sleep. I watch the Home Alone episode of The Inbetweeners. I can’t explain it but for some reason that one episode always sends me straight off. It’s not a bad show, it just has that effect on me. As a result, I have only seen the ending twice despite staring it at least seventy-eight times.
Unfortunately for me, the video was down, and I was left staring at my ceiling considering smashing my head in the wall to knock myself out.
I figured it might be a nice time to get on the Daily Mail website, as most of their articles are pure grot and bound to send me off. Anyway, I read a story about Nazi food tasters fearing for their lives at every meal, and now I’m knee deep in First World War Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, shell shock, and other such atrocities. Rendering it impossible to now sleep after finding out how awful the world is.