Nothing works... so I get up, run a load of laundry, cook, play games, read, write, do beading... then I rest for 30 minutes before getting on with my day. I try and get a siesta in, though - but this doesn't always happen. So... 4 hours' sleep at night, and maybe 1 hour's siesta...
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When eyes are closed and sleep descends so sweet,
The demons of the night, they like it not.
They bid my Guardian Angels to retreat
And hinder their fine works with all they’ve got!
I try; I strive to be the best I can;
Yet strife and doubt beset me all day long.
Each wee success is but the flash-in-pan
Each tune a mournful dirge and not a song!
Each time I laugh, there’s bitter tears in store
For each success, a failure’s sure to come.
I will get less, for I dared ask for more…
I’m bound to fail, when all is said and done.
Welcome insomnia, wakefulness at night;
I cede my sleep – though not without a fight!