We’re going through our own particular little brand of hell here at home right now and just as I need to rest and recoup at night my brain is fighting me with that ruddy chattering monkey that lives in my head. I’ll get, say, 4 to 5 hours sleep and then my brain pops awake !~ping~! and thoughts, or music, start to tumble around as though I’ve been wide awake and at some social gathering for the last several hours. Just lately it has been a wholly (or unholy 😉 ) musical awakening. I’ve abruptly sprung to life for the day to the following:
‘My fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundations. I know that I should let go but I can’t’. (And repeat). (And repeat). (And… )
‘If you like it you should have put a ring on it. If you like it you should have put a ring on it. Uh oh oh ohohohoh… (And repeat). (And repeat). (And… )
‘I~i~i~iiii, I need your LSI to give me your love, sex, intelligence, comin’ through with the things you do to me’ (Rinse and repeat).
DJ monkey has a reasonable taste in music, it’s just that I don’t need to hear it, repeated, over and over, AT 4 IN THE MORNING!
Why do our brains fight us, when what we need is a little co-operation and a whole load of rest?