It's not so bad, really, being unable to sleep at night. If it weren't for the fact that I felt like I was on speed all night long, it would have been rather pleasant, just lying there in bed and letting my mind wander. Traffic outside on the street, traffic inside my head - it blended. I spent a lot of time rehearsing the class I'm set to teach next week at NYU.
But the speedy, racing feeling was hell. It's the PD and the PD meds, I'm certain. The hours passed. I shifted from back to side to back to side. I wasn't physically twitchy, but my brain felt like a bee hive at rush hour.
When I slept I dreamt of Susan Sarandon.
