Staring at the wall.

I hate when I can't sleep. The more I try to fall asleep, the more impossible it becomes. This happened last night.
I gave up, finally, at 4.30 in the morning, and went through to the kitchen. Cup of tea, tidying, paper work, school work - all done at the kitchen table facing the wall.
I realised, later on in the day, that I do a lot of staring at this wall.
I must do something about painting the wall.
I must clean that tin.
I must throw out the penis pasta (that got you looking at the picture again)
I must get a life.