Midnight Madness

Sometimes I wonder, how long can a person not sleep for until they quite literally go mad. It's not particularly late yet, and I'd only been in bed for about an hour and a half, but something in my mind suddenly felt like it was beginning to unravel and I thought christ, is this it? Am I starting to lose my mind now? Half an hour later, having sobbed on both my husband and waking my sister by phone (I want to make it up to everyone one day, because my insomnia of course has a ripple effect), I'm calm again. I've drunk a cup of warm milk because apparently it helps you sleep (yeah right), taken lots of deep breaths, scared the living daylights out of myself by seeing my ghoulish reflection in the bathroom mirror. And I thought, yup, this is as good a time as any to start my blog.