Wo bist du, Sandmännchen?

I must be turning into a vampire. My sleep pattern has turned completely upside down and shows no signs of returning to normal. Like right now, I'm so tired I can hardly keep my eyes open, but if I take a nap now there's no hope of falling asleep in the evening. Not that I'd had any trouble falling asleep in general, the problem is that for some reason my body seems to think that 1 or 2 a.m. is the best time to really wake up and be active. If I didn't have neighbours I'd be doing the laundry and washing the dishes in the middle of the night...

And of course, at 7 a.m. when I need to get up and go to work or school, that in my body's opinion is the best possible time for some sightseeing in the slumberland.

Obviously there are some disturbances in communication between my brain and the rest of me.

I guess there's no other option but to buy the entire 69 Eyes discography, start to wear too much eye shadow and pointy false teeth and go about brooding and being all melancholic and try as hard as I can to look haunted and mysterious.

Or, of course, learn how to sleep properly. Oh, the choices...

Seeing as writing the literary masterpiece above has now taken me some 30 minutes (plus the additional 15 minutes for the headline), I'll leave you with, as one wise man put it, etwas Nitroglyzerine. If you have QuickTime installed, you can watch the famous, uniform-heavy video Benzin here.

Me, I'll don my running shoes and head outside to see if I can clear my head enough for a 300-word German essay on my previous work experience. That'll be an interesting read, I'm sure. The teacher must be suffering from insomnia too.