Ye Olde Insomnia

I seriously wonder why, after a great day spent at a medieval fair, tired and happy, I am foolish enough to drink a cup of coffee at nine in the evening.
Oh, the fair was brilliant, thanks for asking. I was there with a friend *waves*; oh and sorry N. for not being able to play Rigoletto for you.
The usual suspects showed up at the fair, sadly minus the tent where they sell musical instruments, and we ate, drank, watched comic fencers from the Czech Republic, listened to medieval rock bagpipe music, saved princesses (well, one of us did, anyway), and had a pact with a weather goddess. It was raining when we arrived, then stopped, and started again when we left.
I bought myself some handmade soap, the best pepper mix I've ever found, and a book about medieval clothing. I've decided I will make some of the clothes myself, since the prices at these fairs are simply too expensive for me, and the fit is never really right anyway. But don't worry, I will give black velvet a wide berth.
And then I came home, and was tired, so I had said cup of coffee at nine o'clock or thereabouts. It's now past one, and while I am still happy, I can't fall asleep. I'm having a nightcap and hoping it will work. Otherwise, I'll start meditating, or read a book - that sometimes helps - and if all else fails, I will count sheep.

One.

Hooray, it's Monday!

Some people are saying that all I use this journal for is for fussing and moaning. Not so! It's only easier to fuss and moan and complain, people always like to do that, share the fuss, so to speak.
I could now fuss about young Paris Hilton clones on the bus home, who like to show off their appendix scars to the whole wide world - I do believe the term "chav" might be applicable here. I could fuss about the fact that a book I had intended to study is missing twelve pages; they were cut out of the book. How someone can mutilate a book such is beyond me; how someone can be spiteful enough to take a chapter away from the rest of the students dito.

However, I shall fuss about none of these things; rather, I will tell you that I did get to sleep last night after all, even if it took me some time; that I then had a very strange dream involving green goo taking over people and the crew of the Firefly (or is it Serenity?); that it is a wonderfully perfect weather outside, even though I just heard thunder and it's starting to rain; that I am getting things done again after a weekend's rest which did me a world of good; that I managed to return books without having to pay a fee; and that I met with my PhD Prof and talked to her for about an hour, with promises that will be kept in two weeks, fingers crossed.

If this day is an indication of the oncoming week, then bring it on!