I think that insomnia has decided to sneak up on me again. Nevertheless I just hope that it was due to the fact that I had lost my blanket in the dark, was unable to retrieve it at any cost without getting hurt, and that even if it is too warm and a blanket is unnecessary, I still need to hold onto it so that I know if it ever becomes too cold, I'm safe!
I've digressed even before I've begun! Anyway (I'm using too much of this word!), what happened while I was cursing the sudden reappearance of the insomnia was that I began to think of the best way to fall asleep - which is to count sheep. Too bad it has never worked before. I believe that all the sheep that I intended to count were all happily grazing in the greens of New Zealand, bleating away, and were most probably too full to jump over fences just because people needed to sleep. I thought chickens were a better bet, because I see chickens practically every single day of my life. Running on the streets, opposite the house, etc... and then I started thinking about how chickens are slaughtered, and how as a very small kid, I saw an undigested cornflake lying in a pool of blood where a chicken had met it's untimely end, where I was immediately greeted by the memory of feeding some chickens cornflakes - just because the pack had a silhoutte of a chicken (rooster, actually) on it.
I never really slept that well after that because it got too cold. Well, that and the fact that I decided to backtrack my thoughs... Damn!