We all hate Sunday evenings, mainly because it signals the end of the weekend and a Monday morning to follow, but when you aren't working Sunday nights feel indiscriminately fun.
The only problem being that the rest of the world is moving on with the week and you are still awake peppering with enthusiasm and all your Sunday evening BBQ guests have left and you just plain aren't sleepy and you'd kill to be but there you are sitting watching horrific North American TV and missing your man. Because it's easy to fall asleep when the person beside you is comfy and dreaming and you suddenly want to be there too.
But you have corn on the cob, nice herb flavoured sausages from the Saturday food market in St Lawrence Market, some red wine, a few games of pool, some music, some chats but everyone had to head home and now what? Normal life I would have fallen asleep in seconds as is my usual want on a Sunday evening = sleep!
So all I can say is I hope I'm not an insomniac for the rest of my days but it's certainly an eye-opener to a world I never was a part of before, being an avid sleeper in my previous life. Another issue is the bloody teeth grinding, I just can't help it and when I wake up in the morning my teeth are sharpened inside my mouth from a fitful sleep littered with bruxism, but the mouth guard is shortly to be delivered and should be just the ticket.
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