Last night, I painfully learnt an important lesson about life – the cheapest coffee at Coffee Bean is the most potent cup which should never be drunk during the later half of the day. Not especially when you have to wake up very early in the morning like today.
Yes, that’s right. It was, once again, another night of insomnia.
It’s been slightly more than a year since I started spending several nights with Insomnia. Unfortunately, she’s very much an energy vampire, sucking every bit of energy from me, ditching me at the first rays of dawn (else the rays vapourise her), leaving behind an exhausted, near-lifeless panda-looking zombie, who by then, is in desperate need for coffee to stay awake the next day.
I stopped trying to fight against it, but instead resigned myself to the possibility that I may very well suffer insomnia for the rest of my life. There’s really no point fighting against insomnia. The more you try, the more frustrated and awake you get. At the end of the day, Lady Insomnia leaves you more lifeless than before.
I think I have successfully created the conceptual link between insomnia and myself amongst my friends. I have friends who have told me that whenever they find it hard to sleep, or whenever discussions about insomnia arise, they immediate remember their dear sleep-deprived friend, me.
Anyway… The cheapest coffee at Coffee Bean. Who would have guessed that it’s so powerful? Well, on the plus side, I have found a secret weapon to keep me awake the next time I have to write essays.
I don’t know if it’s just the way my body functions, or if its a matter of habituation over the years, but it seems that I can only write decent essays after midnight. This reminds me a lot of Cinderella. However, unlike Cinderella, who becomes a pumpkin at the stroke of midnight, I transform into a writer. Yes, I did read Cinderella when I was little. She didn’t become a pumpkin. I know. She became a bum. But I think it would have been way cooler if she did transform into a pumpkin instead. The ending would have been more interesting.
It’s strange but I do enjoy writing stuff in the middle of the night. No matter how tired I may have been in the day (even after suffering from insomnia the night before), I’ll be fully alert and ready to write two thousand words no matter what. Coffee enhances the night-writing experience.
Perhaps, if I’m crazy enough, I may just forfeit most of my sleep tonight to finish some work.