4:45 AM...

...or somewhere in that vicinity, anyway. There must be something about that time, as I seem to have a distressing habit of waking up around then most mornings and being awake for anywhere between twenty minutes and an hour before going back to sleep. It doesn't happen so much if I take Ambien, but I really don't want to take Ambien every night, nor does my prescription allow me sufficient quantity to do so. I've no idea why I awaken so often at this time, though fortunately I am usually capable of going back to sleep eventually.

On this particular occasion, I can sort of identify the reason, or at least part of it. It's hot, it's humid, and I'm having one of my infrequent bouts of restless legs. So here I sit, sipping from a small glass of tonic water, as the quinine in it tends to help. Ghu knows there's little reason I would drink the stuff otherwise; it tastes foul. I wish I had some grape juice to mix with it to mask the taste, but I drank what was left of that on Wednesday. I suppose I should be glad I at least had the tonic water itself. I keep a small bottle of it on hand in the refrigerator for times when the twitchies hit. They haven't hit in weeks, and the tonic water is flat and even more disgusting than usual as a result. Once I get it down, I shall rinse the taste out of my mouth and go back to bed, and hopefully back to sleep for at least a little while.

Insomnia sucks. It sucks the energy right out of my body and - if it happens often enough - the clarity out of my head. After all these years of dealing with it, I suppose I should be used to it by now, but dammit, I'm tired of this. Heh. I made a funny. Bah.