[Bill,
September 13, 2007]
Insomnia, again
So I'm up with a bout of particularly severe insomnia ...
I have a lot of work to do and can't believe I'm up all night. I haven't had it this bad in a year or two. I've been both exhausted and insomniac for a couple of weeks now. Of course, wait til the sun comes up and I actually have to be somewhere. Then I'll be ready to conk right out.
My bouts of insomnia go back to early childhood; it's something that I've learned to live with. Usually, it doesn't upset me. But it something I have a little trepidation about ... I think, "Will I be able to sleep?"
College was the worst. If I was sober at night (rarely), I inevitably took to walking the campus, like a ghost. When I was a child, I used to sneak out of my room and go sleep on the sofa in the living room downstairs. I don't know why that works, but it seemed to.
*****
I went to the Shore this weekend, to ole Toms River, walked the Seaside Heights boardwalk on a Saturday night, was at Ortley Beach, where I used to work, on a Saturday afternoon, went to Mass at St. Joe's in Toms River (for the first time). But I had a good time — don't recall any anxiety as a result.
It could be work, but I don't discuss my current job in these notes.
It's a little weird, because I've been quite happy for several months now. I had another one of my mystical experiences a few days ago, and maybe this is backlash from that. I dunno. It is a great mystery, as they say.
*******
So what to talk about?
I reviewed some comments and came to the conclusion at least three regular commenters know a heck of a lot more about philosophy than I do. Heck, I'm not even sure of the difference between positivism and nominalism, but both concepts sound the same to me. All I can do is spell the words right. It is a great mystery.
I deleted a bunch of the late Ron M's old comments. Not all of them, but most of them. Not so much a fit of pique as a housecleaning. Don't want to say more about the ole guy. RIP.
I was gonna write a long post about G., and even wrote it in my mind during last night's insomnia bout. But I forget what I was going to say. Couldn't have been important.
That's all.
I have a lot of work to do and can't believe I'm up all night. I haven't had it this bad in a year or two. I've been both exhausted and insomniac for a couple of weeks now. Of course, wait til the sun comes up and I actually have to be somewhere. Then I'll be ready to conk right out.
My bouts of insomnia go back to early childhood; it's something that I've learned to live with. Usually, it doesn't upset me. But it something I have a little trepidation about ... I think, "Will I be able to sleep?"
College was the worst. If I was sober at night (rarely), I inevitably took to walking the campus, like a ghost. When I was a child, I used to sneak out of my room and go sleep on the sofa in the living room downstairs. I don't know why that works, but it seemed to.
*****
I went to the Shore this weekend, to ole Toms River, walked the Seaside Heights boardwalk on a Saturday night, was at Ortley Beach, where I used to work, on a Saturday afternoon, went to Mass at St. Joe's in Toms River (for the first time). But I had a good time — don't recall any anxiety as a result.
It could be work, but I don't discuss my current job in these notes.
It's a little weird, because I've been quite happy for several months now. I had another one of my mystical experiences a few days ago, and maybe this is backlash from that. I dunno. It is a great mystery, as they say.
*******
So what to talk about?
I reviewed some comments and came to the conclusion at least three regular commenters know a heck of a lot more about philosophy than I do. Heck, I'm not even sure of the difference between positivism and nominalism, but both concepts sound the same to me. All I can do is spell the words right. It is a great mystery.
I deleted a bunch of the late Ron M's old comments. Not all of them, but most of them. Not so much a fit of pique as a housecleaning. Don't want to say more about the ole guy. RIP.
I was gonna write a long post about G., and even wrote it in my mind during last night's insomnia bout. But I forget what I was going to say. Couldn't have been important.
That's all.