Loved by spite.

My insomnia loves me. Even when I’m sleeping just fine for weeks at a time, it loves me like a skulking critter, hiding in shadows, waiting for the moment to pounce upon me and show its devotion with pointy teeth and nails. After April’s month-long insomnia bout, I had managed to coax the beast back into a closet and begun to sleep regularly. All it took was G’s computer exploding at 2:30 in the morning to entice it back to a shoulder pet. I finally managed to fall asleep after 2 this morning and then I couldn’t wake until almost 11. Gah.

Anyhow, I’m awake, alive and thinking about lunch. I should make my spring rolls. I have lots of mint to harvest. I think I’m also going to the Cosmic Pizza café tonight at 8:30 for a Middle Eastern belly dance show. Anyone interested is surely invited.