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Who Needs Sleep?

Well, I’m never gonna get it.

Since arriving here in Paris, I’ve been waiting for the bad night, the one in which sleep eludes me regardless of what counter-measures I take. That night is tonight, apparently. I went fairly directly to sleep around midnight, and then woke up sometime before three. And that was pretty much the end of it. Took a sleeping pill at four, to no appreciable effect. It’s now ten after five, and I’m sitting in the living room, enjoying a bit of networked whinging.

Having done so, I’m going to lie here on the sofa and read, and fully expect to be asleep just in time to get up for breakfast. Tomorrow — er, today — is likely to be an ugly day. But at least the bad night will have come and gone, and hopefully that’ll be the end of it.


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