It started a few weeks ago: I can’t sleep.
I don’t know what’d causing it, other than the fact that my mind goes a bagillion miles an hour as soon as my head hits the pillow. It used to be I fell asleep before I even hit the BED, but now I lay awake or putter around on the ‘puter until 1 or 2 in the morning, when I start feeling sleepy. I don’t go to school, but my mom wakes me up at 9:30 or 10. I’m SO tired in the morning. Every fiber of my being wants to strap myself to the bed and bolt the door shut because I want nothing more than to sleep. My mother has the same thing, but she can run on 5 or 6 hours of sleep. I need 10 to 11 to function, and 12 to 14 to be okay…And my mother hates that. She says my boyfriend (who has no problems with my sleep habits) will leave me because he’ll realize that I think my sleeping is more important that him…It’s not! I’d give anything for my lovey-kins, I would! But let me get my 11 or so hours of sleep so I can even USE verbs, let alone DO the verbs.
So I get like eight to nine hours of sleep on a good night (seems like a lot but I’m totally zapped in the morning), and on a bad night, six or seven. I’m as useful as a heater in Hell, and don’t you try talking to me until I’ve had my effing green tea. I drink herbal teas (no caffine-no actual tea leaves) and hour before bed. I sleep in pitch black darkness.
Bottom line is that I don’t wake up until noon (even though I get out of bed at ten), and I don’t go to sleep until effing 2 in the morning…I can have the most BORING DAY FROM HELL and sit there and ponder it and think about tomorrow and how I’d love a bottle of grape Dymitap because it tastes to good, and just a few tips of that bottle and I’ll be swimming in sexual dreams involving me and my lovey-kins and wouldn’t that just be prime? Then I start pondering my old friends from the high-school and how I need to get back into bellydancing classes, and my cats are SO cute, and shit, I forgot to take a frickin’ shower, oh my gaw, what was that flash? Aliens-Maybe. Shit. Finally got over that song of ours, stopped chasin’ little red sports cars to check the lisence plate, and I stopped drivin’ by your place…(Half hour later, mood: near tears)...I’ve had nothing but sorrow since you said we were through, there’s no hope for tomorrow, how’s the world treating you…(ten minutes later) I wonder where my shoes are, and what was that catchy little jinggle for that commercial I used to love? Oh, there’s a lot I used to love! Call Roto Ruter, that’s the name, and away, you’re trouble’s down the drain: Roto Ruter…Wire’s down, red alert, don’t go near; you’ll get hurt. Get some help, better rush, and do not DO NOT do not touch! (an hour later, mood: dead tired) Maybe when I get married and have sex every night and get really tuckered out, I’ll be able to-Zzzzzzz…
‘TIME TO GET UP!’
‘Uck oo!’ (coming from under pillow in a muffled, pitiful voice.
HELP!!!
