Insomnia strikes, my little Substack night birds. Got tons to do tomorrow and yet I'm laid here, wide awake, listening to my insane internal waffling. So far I have contemplated the following: how to clean my upstairs windows outside, without a ladder; how to make gluten free digestive biscuits; whether I would ever be any good at snowboarding before deciding I wouldn't; wondering how I’ve remembered all the lyrics to Ratrap by the Boomtown Rats, even though it was out in 1978; also wondering whether my neighbour heard me when I shouted, "it's a Ratrap Judy, and we've been caught" and finally, whether I could feasibly sell a 60 year old organ to buy a camper van that hubby will never set foot in but which I would enjoy immensely. It's 2.15am and this is the shit in my head. 🙄💤😴🛌🥱