Insomnia

I hate insomnia.

Of course, I made a pact with it a month or so ago: leave me alone in November, and I shall be yours forevermore!

I think it's breaking the contract a bit, though, to hit me the moment I hit 50K, despite the fact that it's still November. I'm sleep deprived, darnit, and I'd kind of like to catch up with what I've lost. However:

I finished NaNo on Saturday.
I couldn't sleep Saturday night.
I couldn't sleep in on Sunday morning.
I couldn't sleep Sunday night.
I couldn't even sleep in the last half hour before I had to get up for work on Monday morning.

Now it's Monday night, and guess what? I can't sleep! (well, technically it's Tuesday morning, but it counts as Monday, because I haven't slept yet).

*headkeyboard*

I wouldn't mind so much, except I have the attention span of a gnat when I'm not sleeping. It's probably part of the reason I can't sleep in the first place. But it also means I can't do any of the things on my plate that I'd like to do or that I've promised people I will - writing, editing, betaing - I can't even read Mozzie's new fic, because I'll just end up skimming, and that'd be a shame. (I managed to make my brain focus for the entire first section though, Mozzie! Yay! I like it so far! *headdesk*)

Still, I'm doing everything I can to get me closer to sleep. I've had a swim. ( Actually, that was back closer to 10:30, but still. )

I've also washed my hair and treated it for chlorine exposure. I've trawled around LJ commenting on a few posts I'd wanted to comment on but hadn't got around to for whatever reason. I've put on moisturiser and transferred clothes into the washing machine and petted the cats.

I've even weeded the garden. (Yes, at 1am.) And if you knew how much garden we have, you'd know that was a large job - I got a full garbage bag of weeds. Which I refuse to admit has anything to do with me ignoring them for NaNo. I've also set our watering system going, only to find that there's a gushing leaking bit on the second circuit, so I'm glad I was up watching it to stop it, so as not to waste all the contents of ( our lovely rainwater tank. )

Erg. My eyelids are starting to droop again. That's at least a good sign, even if it's really my brain that needs to droop if I'm to actually get to sleep.

*goes to have another try at counting sheep* G'night.

All right, that's it.

Now I'm really pissed off.

I ranted briefly about our rain water tank last night. What I failed to mention was that the tank had been full to the brim, and putting on just one (out of eight) circuits made the level drop by 670L. That's a huge amount, but at least now I know how much water it's going to take to do the garden. Hey, that's cool, we've got a 5700L tank, so that basically means either I drop the watering time for each circuit, or treat one full tank = one full watering.

So I turned off the system and unplugged the pump again, and went to bed (eventually).

This evening I tracked down and fixed the leaky pipe (not their fault after all) and then the system onto the second circuit... and nothing happened. WTF? So I went and had a look at the water tank to make sure I'd plugged in the pump correctly, and my eyes drifted to the water level gauge...

Completely empty.

WTF?!

So. I checked my memory banks. Yes, the pump was off. The watering system itself was also off, which should take care of any gravity draining issues. Yes, I'm sure.

Where the firetruck did my water go? My only conclusion is that actually using the darn thing for the first time has blown a fitting loose and drained all my preciously hoarded water away.

As a final insult to injury: the salesperson who measured us up for a tank assured us that if we weren't getting enough rain to make using the tank worthwhile, we could get a truck to come around and fill it with recycled water for a small fee. I've been googling on that for about the fourth time, more seriously this time.

The only hit I can get is the Queensland Government Water Myths site.

How encouraging.