The only day of the week when I have to get up at 7 am, I had horrible insomnia. The reason for it was that I decided to read a few pages from Anthony Trollope’s novel The American Senator and then couldn’t tear myself away from the book until birds started making those nasty cheerful chirrupy sounds that every insomniac knows and dreads. There is a female character I identified with in a really painful traumatic way in this novel.
Imagine how talented one has to be to write a novel so potent that it can keep readers awake at night 130 years after the author died.
The review of the novel will appear on the blog shortly. How am I at creating suspense, eh?
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I always have insomnia when I have to get up early in the morning. Always. That means every Friday as Saturday is the day I have to be at work at 6am. D:
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I have this problem, too! It’s like my brain does this on purpose or something. Stupid brain.
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“…until birds started making those nasty cheerful chirrupy sounds that every insomniac knows and dreads.”
ROTFLOL
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Ah, I see a fellow sufferer! 🙂
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