Rangy Manatee

I do not stuffer from sleeping difficulties at present, but I feel like I am always a teaspoon of instant coffee away from suffering from sleeping problems.  Perhaps this is the hypochondriac in me struggling to rear my headache ridden head. 
 
My mother has had insomnia for years - how severe it is I can only guess.  She still functions on a daily basis.  Doesn't fall asleep at lunch time or look chronically tired.  I always used to think I couldn't sleep without the aid of alcohol etc to knock me out - that probably was true.  I don't want to judge my former self.  (My 'former self'? Jesus, I've opened a metaphysical can o' worms there haven't I.  Let's put the ol' lid back on shall we.)  Though as I recall discussing with a certain circletide, teenage boys across the country would all sleep a damn sight better if they just showed a decent hardcore porno at 10pm every night on channel 5. None of this "is that a nipple or a man's fingernail I can see?" kind of 'erotic drama'.  Nay.
 
These seven o'clock starts have made things interesting.  I was forced to go to bed preferably before 12, but certainly before 1 to have any chance of surviving the day's trauma at BT.  There was often little time for substance abuse, and for the first time in three years since being a student, I was actually tired by my day.  That is what it is.  My lifestyle as a student involved so much time wasted doing nothing that I had to resort to partying and playstation just to get a night's kip.  This does not account for the exact same condition at school.  I had early mornings and (was it really six?) lessons during the day.  That would easily be enough to have me diving for bed at 11 now, but at the time I couldn't even think about bed until 1 or 2.  I spent my school days in a state of permanent and destructive exhaustion. 
 
I think at that age I just hated the daytime.  I only ever wanted to be awake at night when I could listen to records and read books and put on incense and drink beer with my friends and talk.  But school always forced me out of bed and trained me for the day: to be sober, bored, tired and obedient.
 
Ok, I'm losing the thread again.  Besides all this talk of work, beer, sleep and porn is making me want to go home and eat a bland pasta meal.