Robert Carlyle
Scottish actor
All this nonsense in the Middle East. It's hard not to think about it.
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All this nonsense in the Middle East. It's hard not to think about it.
Not reading my bank statements thoroughly enough!
Worrying about my children.
Nothing, I can sleep everywhere but an aeroplane.
Terror of the next day.
My solution has been to scroll through my life, my thoughts, my fantasies, my memories, mis-memories, and the like until I have chanced upon events, people, or narratives that I can employ to divert my mind from the body in which it is encased. These mental exercises have to be interesting enough to hold my attention and see me through an intolerable itch in my inner ear or lower back; but they also have to be boring and predictable enough to serve as a reliable prelude and encouragement to sleep. It took me some time to identify this process as a workable alternative to insomnia and physical discomfort and it is by no means infallible. But I am occasionally astonished, when I reflect upon the matter, at how readily I seem to get through, night after night, week after week, month after month, what was once an almost insufferable nocturnal ordeal. I wake up in exactly the position, frame of mind, and state of suspended despair with which I went to bed—which in the circumstances might be thought a considerable achievement.
Boothby Graffoe calling up to pester me into promoting his new album, available on Amazon and iTunes.
Worry that I am not going to work.
The possibility that my forensic accountant might not be mistaken about various people badly using me.
Andre, the kids, my foundation and sometimes the dogs.
Snoring – and it's not me.
Thinking about life.
Thank you notes I haven't written.
Wondering if I've turned the gas off.
All kinds of ridiculous things, like worrying about the lobsters I see in restaurant tanks in Chinatown.
I always think that my ceiling is going to collapse on me.
My own snoring.
My son. He is a teenager.
When there is someone attractive in my bed.
Almost anything seems super urgent to deal with at 4am. Then I can't remember it in the morning.