Welcome to the Is-land.

I'm not taking my zopiclone as yet because I want to get this blog entry over and done with. Somehow, it feels real good that I can actually dictate to myself when to sleep. Just pop in the pill, and I'll be dead as a doorknob 10 minutes later. At last, something that is within my control.

My mother blames herself for my insomnia. She thinks it's because of what she told me about her life and is making me feel depressed and then some. Maybe it is, I don't know.

Taking the zopiclone has been good, besides the ability to sleep at will (if you can call it that). Somehow it hits the slow motion button in my mind. I take longer to respond to questions and my short term memory is kinda screwed right now, but who cares? It's when my mind starts to become overactive when I begin to remember all the pain and start crying like a fool. Don't think too much.

Reality bites, and oh, how it hurts.

Anyway, I'm going to see the doc again tomorrow. It's feedback time! It's going to get really busy at work tomorrow as well. Lots of people would be wanting ice blended drinks and all. 39 degrees in good old Melbourne. Finally a piece of summer.