I just came out of a hellish bout of insomnia. Over 48 hours "awake", if you can even call it that. I was zombie-ish by the 24th hour, and by around 35 hours I was kinda hallucinating. I stared at an online photo of a book cover for 5 minutes thinking it was an animated .gif, because the letters were distorting and shimmering and wriggling like snakes. I looked at it again tonight, after sleeping for 11 hours, and...um, it's just a book cover.
I have no idea what caused the insomnia in the first place. It hits me once a twice a year out of nowhere. Richard took advantage of my 11-hour sleep to rescue and install in our home a huge wooden shelf unit that was "up for adoption" in our building's storage room. I usually try to bar him from doing that - look at the pink lamp and you'll fully understand - but I have to admit the shelf actually cleared up a lot of counter space and will work out for now.
In Taiwan, Paul plucked a table from the curb, crowing, "Hey! This'll be perfect for one of our plants!" That's when I realized garbage-picking could be genetic, and that I shouldn't give Richard too hard a time about it.