Tag: insomnia

I am a Cat.

The thing is, I’m nocturnal.   And by nocturnal, I don’t mean it as in “I like the night life.  I like to boogie” choice in the matter kind of way.    I mean in the, the sun is going down, and suddenly I perk up, and want to scavenge and play.    Right when you’re ready to go to bed, I’m ready to pounce on you, claw you, and run back under the bed.   I mean it in the, it doesn’t matter that I’ve been up since 5 a.m., feeling like butt all day, chugging coffee, tea, and soda to fight the “Bobble-Head PeggyLu” effect in my cube, but now that it’s 9 p.m., I’m just coming into a good mood, I want to chatter and maybe clean the whole house, can’t sit still, kind of way.

 
This is something that I had always kind of known about myself, and didn’t put a lot of thought into.  As long as I can remember, I’ve always been much more alert in the evening.   My mother has confirmed that I’ve been this way since infancy, and claims that it’s because I was born in the later afternoon that I am such a night person.  

 
The thing is, I guess I had never really thought about how this could/would affect my interpersonal interactions.   I had taken for granted that everyone but my grandfather stays up until midnight.   Boy, what a rude awakening.  (Pardon the semi-pun.)

 

There’s nothing worse than being wide awake at someone else’s house at 10 at night, when they’re about two seconds from being irreparably unconscious.   At least when I’m at home, and I can’t sleep, there’s about twelve thousand books, a handful of DVDs, endless numbers of CDs, and of course, the insomniacs best friend, MySpace.

 

So, despite the fact that I am working on about three hours of sleep, if you’re up and want to chat at midnight, chances are, I’ll be awake, too.   Drop me an email or leave me a “Comment”.

 And I’d like to apologize in advance for any pouncing I might do.   Or any poking or prodding or any other attempts to get you to wake up and entertain me.    Like, say, I don’t know, pulling on your lip and letting it slap into place, making a little plopping noise.

  Just sayin’.

 

 

Playlist: Violator
By Depeche Mode

 

Current mood: awake

Can’t sleep

So, last night I went to bed at around 11.   That’s not really that early for a normal person, but for me, that’s unheard of.    I like to kill myself by staying up too late and then getting up plenty early.  But I think we’ll all agree that 4:30 is just way too early.  That’s right, I went to bed at 11 and woke up at 4:30.   Have not been able to go back to sleep.    It truly does suck to be me.

Current mood:  frustrated

What am I thinking?

There is absolutely no reason why I should be awake right now. Yet here I am. Wasting precious sleep time on the internet. Stupid internet.

The truth is, I don’t want to go to work tomorrow. So the longer I stay up, then the more it’s going to feel like I don’t have to go, but there’s no way I’m getting out of it. I’m going to be miserable tomorrow. I know it already. I just hope my boss doesn’t catch me nodding off at my desk. I must not hit my head on my computer screen when my head slumps forward. That would be a dead give away.

I should have gone to bed early like a good girl. I should have done a lot of things differently today. I certainly didn’t need the big brownie. Could have stopped at a dozen crawfish, instead of two. There were at least two unnecessary phone calls. I wasted some gas, too. Geesh, I’m terrible. Zero impulse control. Terrible.

Shoot the DJ

Okay, why are the people next door having a rave in their apartment on a Sunday night? First I come home, and there’s no parking on the street, so I park in the driveway, but since my roommates aren’t home yet, there’s a real chance that I’ll get blocked in, which sucks. Then I come up to my room, and all I want to do is check my email, and go to bed, but that’s when I hear the really freaking loud techno music coming from the wall I share with the neighbor! Awesome. It’s a freaking Sunday!!! I could deal if it was a Saturday, and I didn’t have to work tomorrow, but what the hell? It stopped for a minute. I thought they were finally done. Now they’re at it again. Who are these freaks?