Insomniac guide to the small hours
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It is 11 pm. All you have wanted to do all day is sleep. And now, finally, here you are. In bed. Drifting off. Such a relief. For what we are about to receive may the lord make us truly thankful. But then your mind wanders. Into territory where it should not go. From death to broken lightbulbs. From redundancy to unwritten thank-you letters. The minutes tick by. Oh, God, it is going to be one of those nights... Those nights which seem to go on for ever, when all the cares of the world weigh down on your shoulders....