The appropriate response to a fire is not always an extinguisher.

Just occasionally, it's a bellows.

Last night I found myself in the rather strange position of hoping to be unable to sleep properly.

I occasionally have mild insomnia. I've noticed over the last few months that it tends very strongly to be on Sunday nights, making me even more zombie-like than one would expect on a Monday morning. Last week I mentioned this to Owen, and he pointed out that on Sunday evenings I usually eat Chinese takeaway with the Gallery, and that my insomnia might be a reaction to something in the food (probably MSG).

As it happens, Gareth was away this weekend, and since yvesilena and the_alchemist were having a party on Sunday night, the usual gathering didn't happen in the usual way and I went to that instead. So I ate non-Chinese food to see what would happen to my sleep. And since (of course) I really want it not to be Chinese food that gives me insomnia, I was rather hoping that I'd have trouble sleeping as usual.

In fact, I did sleep better, but on the other hand the whole of the rest of my Sunday routine was disrupted as well, so this hardly points the finger conclusively at my diet. Next week I may try changing just the food, and see if that helps.