Insomnia – is that state
Insomnia - is that state in which the world looks quite interesting at 1am, when most of the lights are out, and the night is disturbed only by a few late returners; looks less interesting at 3am, when all the lights are out and all you can think about is that everyone else is getting a decent night's sleep and you're not; and looks positively hateful at 5am, when all you want to do is crack your head against the wall, because even plain unconsciousness must be better than the screaming frustration of not being able to get to sleep.
Which on a lighter note, reminds me of an old Victoria Wood sketch - two women in an office, discussing their woes:
"I could *not* get to sleep last night. I even had Dick throw a brick at my head to stun me, but...."
"Have you tried jamming your head in the tumble drier and switching on?"
"Does that work for you?"
"Well it did for a while, but then of course the body becomes accustomed."
"Ah - like deodorant. You can be perfectly alright for a while, and then Bang!: People are backing away with handbags over their noses."
My God, but there's some rubbish floating around in my head.