Excuse the double negative there, and just to be more confusing it turns out I can. Sleep that is.
And what comes with sleep, bloody nightmares, apparently.
I am up with the - whatever is making that sqwarking noise outside my back bedroom, but I'm guessing it's not a lark - because the thought of dropping back into the hell my subconscious concocted was way more scarier than 4.45am.
I won't go into detail, suffice to say it was a messy, realistic mixture of crimes. Yuk, indeed.
So in celebration of Insomnia I give you this, a fine tune that reminds me of a fine night's dancing my backside off at Glasgow Barrowlands when I saw them in concert eons ago.
Maybe that's what I need... dancing!
Usksider
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If there's one thing I find more frustrating than insomnia it's nightmares... poor you.