Sleep Less Dream More

I have so much trouble sleeping. I think my main problem is that I find the notion of the insomniac quite romantic. I idealise it into this almost Lynch-like Murakami-esque story of my life. I lie awake, endlessly staring into the dark, tormented by my inability to get any one of the 40 winks on offer. The closer it gets to dawn, the more I think 'must sleep faster!' all to no avail. It just seems like the kind of thing that would happen to Steve McQueen or James Stewart. And it gives you that glazed other-worldly outlook on life, everything seems distanced and dislocated, everybody is connected, random strangers leave you messages in the form of discarded newspapers, receipts and gum wrappers. But it does mean you spend your waking life tired, tetchy, and constantly snapping. As soon as I'm in a crowd I can feel myself get on edge. I used to be quite a Zen-like calm and relaxed laidback guy, but currently I find myself filling with boiling rage just by looking for something in HMV. Whatever you try and look for, there's always somebody standing directly in front of that particular alphabetised section, flicking through one at a time. Still at least it gives you a moment to go through their pockets.