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Monk was feeling too restless to try sleep's luck at eleven last night. Pop got out of the theater by that time, too. A good reading of "Hamlet" was called for.
Monk only read until eleven-thirty, though, feeling that the little reading did its job, leaving him satisfied and drowsy. But he was tossing and turning past twelve-thirty. Then, still feeling as though he had gotten hardly any sleep, Bo needs to go outside earlier than ever at three-thirty.
Coming back inside from that wintry night in which the temperature dropped into the low forties, in spite of the sheer exhaustion, Monk was back to tossing and turning. He was on the verge of crying, being so frazzled of mind, being so desperately sleepy but sleepless.
I do not know how he woke up at six-thirty feeling as though he got a fair enough night of sleep, except to say that he has grown too used to such night-time privations, with this being arguably worse than having to live without a woman in his bed.
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Monk was feeling too restless to try sleep's luck at eleven last night. Pop got out of the theater by that time, too. A good reading of "Hamlet" was called for.
Monk only read until eleven-thirty, though, feeling that the little reading did its job, leaving him satisfied and drowsy. But he was tossing and turning past twelve-thirty. Then, still feeling as though he had gotten hardly any sleep, Bo needs to go outside earlier than ever at three-thirty.
Coming back inside from that wintry night in which the temperature dropped into the low forties, in spite of the sheer exhaustion, Monk was back to tossing and turning. He was on the verge of crying, being so frazzled of mind, being so desperately sleepy but sleepless.
I do not know how he woke up at six-thirty feeling as though he got a fair enough night of sleep, except to say that he has grown too used to such night-time privations, with this being arguably worse than having to live without a woman in his bed.
