Lately I've had unbelievable insomnia, brought on by depression, triggered by feelings of worthlessness, an offshoot of a recent rejection, the byproduct of an rebuffed interest in the opposite sex, magnified by the recent full moon. I am affected by the moon. I know I am. This last week has been pretty hellish. I am going crazy.
Lack of sleep does that.
The moon will do that. I pile the pillows into all sorts of arrangements. I put one cat at the foot of the bed and another at top. I open the blinds. I close the blinds.