The Miriam Makeba song Angilalanga is about someone who cannot sleep for the dreams they are having as they become a seer.

I can’t sleep for much more mundane reasons.

Among the more creative techniques for getting to sleep: pretending you’re getting up, wiggling your toes, and a good tummy rubbing might be winners, though frankly I’d rather have someone around to do the last. My cats certainly love it.

Luckily, there’s plenty to read when you’re up late, and trying to avoid the infomercials. My personal technique is to develop friendships with people in disparate timezones.

When it comes down to brass tacks, I’m a fool for not putting my all into getting over insomnia, or at least getting it under control. I don’t need a study to tell me that I fuck up when I’m tired. I’ve spent days cleaning up messes I made under the influence of grogginess. It kills my mood, scorches my health, and makes people think I’m an airhead. Okay, sleeping won’t help that last bit.

I need a nap.

4 Responses to Angilalanga

  1. Sen says:

    Awwww, {kitty}

    *administers tummy-rub*

  2. j.edwards says:

    I must be becoming a seer. I prognosticated two seconds before I clicked on that [Comments](1) that it would be from Sen…

    xoxoxYou two…xoxox

  3. Cat says:

    He is delightfully predictable, isn’t he?

  4. Sen says:

    xoxox*gives jedwards fearsome noogies*xoxox