Apart from a few nights that have been disturbed by ulcerated teeth, the 1987 hurricane or some really annoying, noisy friends of my dear little boys, on average I manage 10 hours a night. I sometimes even have a little nap during the day as well.
I have always done this and the terrible Goddess doesn't like it. Not in a begrudging way but because she couldn't sleep for the Isle of Wight. She has a brain that regularly springs into action at about 3 a.m. Being a Goddess is not all adoration and fairy cakes. She feels responsible for things that she isn't responsible for: apparently the world is warming up [which sounds like a good thing to me but, I'm told, isn't], politicians are running the country [of which I am largely unaware], one of her sisters has an ingrowing toenail and so on.
[Sorry Zoe]
(Now I feel responsible for Peabrain inflicting this horrible image on an unsuspecting blogworld; 'sorry' is on the feeble side. Lo, TG, Ed.)
Insomnia is suffered by a lot of people and I suspect that inhabitants of the blogosphere make up quite a large proportion of them. I know that Lizza has difficulty sleeping, partly because she's said so but also, no one could be as thorough as she is at keeping up with the blogging world, without spending more hours in the day than there are, sitting in front of her computer.
I feel very sorry for people who have trouble sleeping - it would drive me nuts. My concept of Heaven is eternal sleep - complete oblivion - lovely .
I don't suffer from nightmares either; although as I sit here in Charing Cross station, completely naked, with only MiniMac covering my modesty and my few remaining teeth crumbling in my mouth, I do have a vague memory of a childhood dream.......
