With apologies to Faithless.
I’m hopeless without sleep.
One night without sleep is unpleasant, but I can handle it.
Two consecutive nights without sleep finishes me. And I can confidently state this, because this morning, after two consecutive nights of no sleep, I am finished.
Ironically, we watched a documentary last night on insomnia, so now I am finished and I know the scientific reasoning why.
I could have gone to bed early last night, and it probably would have been a good idea, but United were beating Wrexham in the FA Cup and so I had to stay up. And even having allowed a sufficient amount of time to allow the adrenaline to exit my system (or so I thought), I couldn’t get to sleep, and when I finally did, I couldn’t stay asleep.
Today will be rubbish, but at least there will be several (or more) hours of good sleep tonight.
There simply has to be.