Brushed my teeth tonight
#Streak: 466

And yet, I persevere

Remember to brush your teeth twice a day, and never stop resisting

It is the dead of night, 2 in the morning to be precise. Few humans (not that you are one) would be prowling about at this time, especially considering the curfew set by the government,
and yet, you cannot sleep.

Far too many thoughts are racing through your mind, and so you lay restless. Weird, how just 6 hours ago you were barely holding onto your consciousness as you lazily laid in bed, watching some meaningless youtube video. Why, of all times, is it so hard for you to sleep when you're supposed to?

Frustrating. It isn't even thoughts of self-deprecation or of some kind of terrible calamity that has been inflicted upon you. You're plagued with vague thoughts on seemingly unconnected subjects, loud enough to bother you out of rest and move your hand over to the phone laying beside you so that at least you have something to do.

You've been laying in bed for a whole twenty minutes, not once up until that point touching the marvel of engineering you and many others take for granted, and enduring the onslaught of thoughts has been nothing short of torturous for you, even if they're not personally upsetting.

This isn't the only night this has happened. Yesterday you were rolling in bed until 7 am, barely getting any sleep since you had to go get your passport updated. The night before, you stayed up until ~6 am reading fanfiction. The day before that you stayed up until 11 am. Each time you set yourself an alarm early in the morning to at least try getting your sleep to a socially acceptable level of stability, but it seems like sleep deprivation plays no role in your continuous torture. And so you stay up again, though this time you use the energy you shouldn't have for something seemingly a little more productive than just rolling around trying to fall asleep.

You take your phone, and you put the thoughts of thoughts plaguing you onto your digital parchment, fingers tapping away at the screen until your ailments are spelt out for all to read.

...you should really go to the doctor about your insomnia, you think to yourself, and your idea is further reinforced by the feedback you receive online.

Of course, that makes no difference, as you'll just put your phone away and, when sleep eventually takes you, you'll once again forget to do anything about it.
And even if you don't, you won't have the energy to do anything about it.

Thinking about it makes you sad, making any action seem even less plausible. You notice the melancholy. It makes no difference. You get angry. It makes no difference. You lash out, quietly, at whatever interpretation of a malicious entity that causes this in your mind. It makes no difference still.

You're writing about yourself in second person so as to not feel like the thoughts you have about noticing your predicament are entirely yours, that would be upsetting to you. You don't think writing this out makes any difference. And yet you write it out anyway.

You don't know how to close off your little crazy person message.
The text box you're writing it into is far too small for you to catch any mistake or improperly communicated idea in any proper manner, and neither do you care. You hope whoever is reading this is doing well, at least better than you are doing right now. Perhaps, if you can't sleep after putting your phone away again, you'll try to do something more pleasant than rolling around in bed for an hour. Though, you are all out of fanfiction with pretty images to read, so finding something enjoyable would be more like a task than a leisurely activity.

you think the fact that your bed currently feels like rocks adds to your misery

the rodent snacking on lettuce in the cage in your room certainly doesn't make trying to focus on sleep any easier

you do not like the rodent, but it isn't yours

thinking further of the rodent, you conclude that, just like you, she has nothing better to do than to snack on lettuce in the middle of the night. Had you had any lettuce, you bet you'd be snacking on it too.

but, also, you conclude that she is, effectively, being tortured here. Guinea pigs are social creatures, and housing one alone without any enrichment activities is effectively the same as whiteroom torture for humans. It's illegal in certain countries to house guinea pigs alone counts as animal abuse and will get you put in jail. This, however, isn't one of those countries.

You bet if you were placed in a room with only a fridge, a bed, a tap, and a toilet, you'd be flipping the bedsheets for enrichment, too.

The idea of snacking sounds appealing to you, considering the last time you ate was when it wasn't the middle of the night

unlike the rodent, you have access to more variety in what you can eat, but that won't matter as you go reach for another slice of bread to quell your appetite and further delay your inevitable slumber.

Catching that thought, you decide that, perhaps, instead of just eating a plain slice of white bread, you could also add a little something to it so that it doesn't feel entirely pathetic for you to be snacking in the middle of the night like that same rodent.

maybe also throw it in the Box That Makes Things Hot™ to truly prove your superiority to the uncaring rodent

Tea also sounds appetising for you to consume with your snack, surely drinking the leaves is far more sophisticated than eating them

... you're mentally competing against a helpless rodent a fiftieth of your size. You really are pathetic. Though you have managed to turn that into something new and entertaining, if only to you, at least.

You feel like calling the dairy product you put on your bread "mozzarella" would be an insult to Italy, due to it tasting worse than you expected

You eat it anyway, of course.

You make another one
gluttony will be your undoing

you decide to take another shot at falling asleep, this time moving some stuff around so that you can sleep on the other side of the bed instead of the one you usually sleep on, but you doubt it will yield any results.

before heading off to bed, you put on some mittens. They're soft. You feel cute now. :3

The bed is much more comfortable now