Sometimes I like sleepless nights. I toss and I turn, unwilling to succumb to the insomnia until finally I relent. It’s usually a result of some bad culinary decision I made in the evening. This time it was popcorn, beer, chocolate cake frosting and 2 bites of extremely spicy Szechuan food.
I got up, had a glass of water, responded to some pending e-mails, checked facebook, wrote in my journal, read an old journal, text messaged some friends. I really hope I didn’t wake them; it was 2:50 am after all.
I heard a tap-tap on my bedroom door. I knew this would happen. I had woken up my light-sleeper, super sensitive roommate, AKA, my dad. “What’s wrong? Are you ok? Why aren’t you sleeping? Aren’t you tired? How long have you been up? What did you eat last night?” I answered his questions, reassuringly. He followed me to the kitchen as we chatted politics. Appropriate 3 am conversation. He went back to bed and I stayed on the computer, chatting with friends in different time zones.
I contemplated making lifestyle changes; I do enjoy sleeping the whole night through and not having heartburn. But if I did that, when would I write? What would be my inspiration for these quirky blog posts? Then I laughed to myself, if something is going to happen, it’s going to happen. If you want something bad enough, you will make it work. I am inspired by all sorts of things, late night heartburn and sleepless nights are fine and dandy but I could use some healthier inspiration.