It’s 4:30 am. I’ve been insomniac for about three months now. Actually, it is exactly three months as of tonight. I can only guess why though it apparently has something to do with changing seasons, climate and time zones. And having no fixed timetable. No system, as they say. But hey, three months and no proper sleep?

Have been reading a lot lately, both the real books and the Internet. History of Czechoslovakia seems to be my late night passion. The more I know the more interesting it gets. Different points of view make me realise there is no simple truth, it’s multi-layered, it always has been and it’s only getting more complicated as people get more inputs to make decisions.

I do enjoy reading old books and hanging out in second-hand bookshops. Found one, properly stocked, bargain-priced, complete with an enthusiastic owner. Plus, it’s not too far from my base to be.

My base to be; an important point. I am finally about to move in sometime next week. Hopefully. Everybody’s invited to housewarming, of course.

It’s been a bit tiring, being insomniac, homeless and unemployed for such a time. Though I’m exaggerating and it may as well turn out to be holidays rather than a real unemployment. And my homelessness ain’t real either. Thankfully.

So I’m only left to beat insomnia and everything will be fine again. Perhaps I could give it a go.

Good night.