Welcome to day two of my newest bout of insomnia. Now before you start offering solutions, names of drugs or advice, I will save you time. I’ve tried it all. Nothing works, it’s a bit more complicated than that. I’m a chronic insomniac and have been since I was a child.

My current state of non-sleep is due to me once again not being able to turn my brain off. This involuntary solitary confinement I seem to have been placed in isn’t helping either. I’m feeling like a caged animal who doesn’t understand why she’s being punished. I’m frustrated, angry and exhausted.

I am sitting here looking at my list of freelance tasks and just want to be wandering around the island, or through High Park, or the beach. Hell just sitting by the water doing nothing would be better than this. I have an itch to play hooky, but what fun is that when you do it alone.

Today is the day I promised myself I’d write. It feels like forever since I have and I’ve decided I will no longer break promises to myself. Funny, I will be the only one keeping them.

I figure after a day of writing on my balcony, I’ll crack open a bottle of wine and have a Zombie-movie-a-thon, at least when it comes to Zombies, I know what to do. Real life… Not so much.

“I think that most people would rather face the light of a real enemy than the darkness of their imagined fears.”
— Max Brooks (World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War)