LXX : Insomnia (almost)

Last night was immensely horrid for me. I got home after a good time at badminton, and when I got ready to sleep, it was a good 11pm, so I would have a decent 8 hours of sleep. But, unfortunately, I was unable to fall asleep, unable to enter dreamland, unable to rest my wandering brain. My muscles were tired and relaxed, and I felt comfortable on the mattress I sleep on, but my brain just wouldn't focus on nothing. It would think about the people I haven't talked to in a while; then I'd pull it back to relaxing darkness; and too soon, I would find myself thinking about how much I want to see certain people, but I don't want to have that kind of deep connection with them. I just want to hang out with them again because it has always been fun, and I miss it. But sleeping time is not the time to think about such things! Time went by, and when I checked my phone, it was already almost 2am. My mom wasn't able to sleep yet, so when I sat up and said "I can't sleep," she helped me try to relax, prepared some warm milk for me to drink, and did some meditation with me too. I have a pretty clear idea of what is messing up my sleep (and my body, at that)-- the period, the time of the month. It's messed up, and I'm irritated that it's not here when I'm expecting it (I finally kept track of when it started last month, and here it is, not on time! roarr). On top of that, I just want to cry my heart out for the heck of it. I don't have a reason except to just cry. It's so frustrating! Wacky hormones. In the end, my mom went to sleep and I continued changing sleeping positions-- I tried the living room couch, I went back to my mattress on the floor, and I ended up back on my tatami bed, where I curled up in my blankets. I listened to the crickets and the birds making their sweet nighttime calls, and I thought it got so late that they had stopped, but when I listened more carefully, I felt reassured when I heard them again. I still couldn't fall asleep though. I actually started counting sheep! Pictured them jumping over a fence.. got to 64, mind wandered, started over, and got to 70. The image that I kept thinking about was of the one in this short film played before Toy Story 3 at the theaters...
[credits pixarplanet]
baaa...baaa.... I woke up, and realized that I had actually drifted off, but WHY did I wake again?! Frustrated again, I turned in my covers, but the same thing happened. When I opened my eyes to change positions again, I looked out my window and saw the sky was a nice blue. It probably was around 6am already. *sigh* But I did fall asleep after that. Only to wake up at 7am and get ready for work.

The strange thing is, the one day I have the least amount of sleep is the one day I don't find myself sleeping at work from 8:30-9:30am. yesshh. What I strange body. I can't sleep on an empty stomach..