I used to think that being grounded and insomnia were two of the greatest things in the world - you had a huge chunk of extra time to sit around and read and no one would bother you. I never got to test my theory on grounding, but my confidence in it is shaken by the realization that, when you don't or can't sleep, sometimes all you do is sit and stare blankly at the wall, your only conscious thoughts being occupied either with the idea that you can't sleep, or trying to summon the arsenal of curse words that you can throw at this tricky idea called sleep.
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