Tag: insomnia

Here We Are Again

It’s two in the morning, and I can’t sleep.  I have a big weekend ahead of me, and I can’t get it out of my head. 

This weekend is Queen Bee’s wedding, and I’m the maid of honor.  I’ve got the dress, and the shoes.  I sort of have an outline of a toast in my head should the need arise.   It’s up in Tahoe, so I’ll be heading out straight from work to drive up their on Friday.   We, the womens, are going out on Friday night.   Should be odd, considering half the party is pregnant.  What is there to do in Tahoe when you’re with child or with some someones who are with child?   

So, the wedding is Saturday afternoon.  Since I don’t have any extra cash, and don’t have a place to crash up their the night of, I’m planning on coming home afterwards.

Just in time to catch Maldroid.  

Now all I need to do is get some sleep between now and then.

Maybe venting has helped . . .

Insomnia is Expensive

OK, so I can’t sleep. I’m still mildly sinus infected and/or dealing with whatever that was at the beginning of last week, and recovering from my weekend get away to TJ. I should have passed out the second I hit the pillow. That would make sense. Since when have my sleeping patterns ever made sense, though.

A lot of the time when I can’t sleep, it’s because I’m obsessing on one particular thought or series of thoughts.  Sometimes it’s because I’m excited about something.  Tonight it seemed like I just had the vague sensation of having forgot something.  Like, maybe I had forgotten to think of something or obsess over it.  Maybe there was some future conversation that I hadn’t imagined yet and run through twelve hundred times in my head.    One of these days, I’m going to be better at meditating that stuff out.   Well, actually, I can meditate it out, but meditation doesn’t put me to sleep.   Me’da says it works for him, but for me, it sort of heightened relaxed state, so it’s like I’m too focused on being relaxed to be relaxed enough to fall asleep.

Whatever.  Rambling.  See this.  This is why I don’t sleep.  This is exactly what goes through my head.

Anyway, so I’m sitting here on the computer, and I’m reading blogs, and I see this one blog on Feministing about a documentary, and one of the people interviewed in the clip is an author.  Next thing you know, I’m looking her up on Amazon, and buying three books.   

Aarrrggghhhh!  I need to go to sleep before I buy any shoes.  I don’t need shoes.  I don’t.

Anyway, here’s the trailer for the documentary that started this all:

Highs & Lows

First off, I found my lucky traveling hat.  He was hiding under the couch cushions with my missing fifty cents.  Crisis averted.  I won’t have to go on a single adventure without him.  Phew!

However, my pesky insomnia, which I only wish I could lose, doesn’t seem to be taking the hint.  Get lost, insomnia.  Nobody likes you.   Nobody thinks your jokes are funny, and your breath kind of smells.

 

I’m funny when I can’t sleep, aren’t I?

 

Just sayin’.

Oh Snap. You Got Me Steve Colbert

In addition to reading more and writing more, I am also watching way too much fucking TV. It’s not all bad. Some of it is really bad though.

And then there’s Comedy Central. There’s the Daily Show. And there’s the Colbert Report.

So, in case you weren’t watching last night, Colbert did this whole thing on water. It was all about how America is too dependent on water.

The best part was a graphic that was to explain how “the scientists say” the water cycle works. I would love to have found the graphic on-line, and I probably would if I waited a week to write this, but let’s face it, I’d forget.

Here’s the synopsis of the slide from NoFactZone.com:

First, the sun causes ground water to evaporate which then condenses into clouds; then Feminists and taxes make God cry and the ocean gets replenished.

Emphasis mine. I guffawed. So, to those of you out there who think feminists have no sense of humor, I’d like to counter that you’re not funny; the Colbert Report is. This is how you make funny about feminism.

Thanks Steve. I needed the laugh.

Not Sleeping Again

I’m having trouble sleeping again.   I’ve been exhausted for weeks, and tomorrow I’m supposed to be up early for a breakfast meeting/event.  It’s an unending cycle.  But when I turn out the lights, and turn off the computer or TV, and it’s just me, I get pretty lonely.

I get what I call the random lonely girl thoughts:

I really am all on my own.

What if I snap being by myself so much, and I lock the door and never leave my apartment again.

What if I fall and break a hip in the shower.

If I die, how long will it take someone to find my body.

What if I’m all alone forever.

So, I was sitting on my window sill, having a little cry, and I heard some noises and voices out in front of my apartment.  I peeked out between the blinds, and saw a guy leaning into the window of a car in front of my apartment.

New lonely girl thought –

What if a drug dealer shoots me through my front window for spying on him.

Now I’ll never get to sleep.

Burning the Candle

It’s not really like at both ends. I honestly feel like I’ve just been throwing the whole damn candle in the fireplace for months. I never get to sleep in the way that I like to. I’m nocturnal. I’m pretty reliant on not getting out of bed before noon on Saturday and Sunday to make up my sleep debt. Why do people insist on pretending like they’re so important that they’ve got something vital to do at 9 on Saturday? You’re not that special. Go back to bed.

It ought to be illegal. We should all be locked in our houses until noon, and not allowed to leave. Giant robots could stand guard. Yeah. That’s the ticket. I’m all about a society of enforced laziness via martial law, compulsory cocktails, and working from home a.k.a. working from pajamas.

All I have to do now is get the concept of Business Attire amended to mean Cargo pants and a Hoodie.

And Cocktail Attire would be jeans and a tank top. (I mean, that’s what I wear when I drink cocktails.)

So, I guess what I’m saying is – Here’s to the lazy folks! Stay as bad as you wanna be in bed as long as you wanna be!