Inso-mania

Couldn't sleep last night. Third night in a row. Turned up for work an hour and a half late this morning. Third day in a row. I used to be an insomniac, back in the days when having no children allowed me the luxury of staying up all night and worrying about stuff. I hadn't thought I'd be visiting that planet again.

But I couldn't sleep last night. I lay there worrying about this country and what a scary place it has become, and about the two kidnap victims we're still hoping will come home. One of them has been missing since a week before Christmas. At night, I lie in bed and hear the helicopters pass over my house. Lookng for them.

Murders have kept pace with the number of days in the year. People are killing people in such an off-hand manner that you'd think it was all a game. Two government councillors shot in seperate incidents. One survived seven bullets, one didn't live after he took three to the head. One girl shot in the face for being a police informant, another man disemboweled in an argument over his dog.

As a nation, we're losing our soul. What will be left for my children by the time they grow up?