Short circuit

I couldn't for the life of me switch off my brain last night. It didn't matter that I'd had a bath or that I'd had a drink or that I read before trying to sleep I simply couldn't drop off. I heard Carla come to bed and drift off and still couldn't get my head to shut down. Nothing and everything swam past my mind's eye, a continuous torrent of incomplete ideas and thoughts, each bleeding into the next until I thought perhaps I was asleep. It was quarter to 5 when i last checked my phone, after that I finally settled into something resembling sleep. Not sure why it happened, ended up doing very little today as result just got to hope that doesn't throw the big old guilt trip and start the process all over again.