Sleepless

It’s almost 5 am. I’ve been awake since 4, and tossing restlessly since about 3. The curse of technology means that it’s easier to stay up and not go back to sleep.

I’m watching Being Erica from the beginning again, somehow it seems to resonate more with me now. I like Dr. Tom; I wish I had one. Somehow, I don’t fancy an NHS one with a British accent; it’s just not Dr. Tom.

I went to Carnaby Street today, and Westfield’s. I’ve been to both places a million times. And toddy, I felt as if I were floating just outside my body looking onto the life I was living. I felt detached from me.

Does it get any easier? Better?