It’s quiet

Nights are bad. Everything stops. I run out of distractions and my thoughts run wild. 

Sleep would be good here.  Tomorrow might be better.

I haven’t quoted Marvin the Paranoid Android in a long time. But this seems fitting:

Marvin’s Lullaby

How I Hate the Night, also known as Marvin’s Lullaby, is “a short dolorous ditty of no tone, or indeed tune.”[1]

Now the world has gone to bed
Darkness won’t engulf my head
I can see by infra-red
How I hate the night

Now I lay me down to sleep
Try to count electric sheep
Sweet dream wishes you can keep
How I hate the night

I’ve tried

Call me a sinner, call me a saint. Tell me it’s over, I’ll still love you the same.

Call me you’re favorite, call me the worst. Tell me it’s over, I don’t want you to hurt.

It’s all that I can say, so I’ll be on my way.